Wind

On the prairie nothing nothing stays put.  The wind blows all the time.  Trees lean to the north.  North winds don't have much effect on trees because they tend to not have leaves when the north winds blow and the wind just whistles through.  But in the summer, when the south wind can get a push on the leaves, the trees get bent north.  Many prairie seeds are covered in fuzz like the familiar cottonwood or any of the wonderful native grasses.  What better to spread yourself around than to weigh almost nothing and be covered in fuzz, flying along in the prairie wind.  Even the buffalo moved with the wind.  Putting their backs to it they moved south to warmer climes with the cold north winds, and north in the summer ahead of the hot south wind.

On the prairie the wind is our constant companion, and it blows fiercely, dependably, and relentlessly. They say some of the pioneer women used to go mad because of the wind. Its relentless howling unnerved those unprepared for its rigors.  I guess the men just drank.