Where I live in the San Francisco Bay area, the wind blows in from the Pacific Ocean. Either the wind blows straight in through the Golden Gate and heads east, or it comes up from Monterey bringing rain from the southwest, and heads north-east.
On rare occasions like tonight, the wind blows down out of the north.
Tonight is colder, dryer.
The wind beats against the house making unaccustomed noises.
Since the wind almost always blows from within about 30 degrees of the compass, all the local trees take a landward set to the limbs. Strong winds from the Pacific merely bow the trees the usual way. When these cold north winds come through, they open up the trees and spread the limbs in wild and angry ways. The trees seem to be shaking and threatening with every gesture.
Casa Crowndot has not actually been uprooted yet. But the sound of the angry trees makes me think they and the wind have a plan.