In the middle of a cyclone the air is generally still, but the great pressure of the wind on every side of the house raised it up higher and higher, until it was at the very top of the cyclone; and there it remained and was carried miles and miles away as easily as you could carry a feather.
The Wizard of Oz
L. Frank Baum
I pretended I was not scared at all of a hurricane ripping our house up and possibly tumbling us around like we were socks in the dryer.
Justin Case: Shells, Smells, and the Horrible Flip-Flops of Doom