What is "gusting"

Usage examples of "gusting".

Their generators all tried to strengthen their domes, and the whole system overloaded, fields weakening to the point where Terran sea level air pressure could rip through them, gusting in the first and only wind Homestead had ever known, howling around the eaves of all the houses the settlers had built in their cocksure confidence in their dome, around the eaves and down the streets and on into the fieldless sector, then out into space, leaving only vacuum behind.

As it was they had to settle for thin clouds gusting over Diranol, subduing its red lambency to a sourceless candle-glow which reduced ordinary visibility to a few hundred metres.

I reached the airlock first, with Nimbus gusting straight behind me, and Aarhus pounding through the hatchway a moment later.

A bank of snow alongside was packed into the barrow ditch and from behind the car the white smokelike exhaust tore away in the gusting wind.

With winds gusting to seventy knots the idea is to complete the drop as fast as possible before the winchman drifts off target.

A stormwind had begun to whine outside the kastel, rattling shutters and gusting spatters of sleet against the windowpanes.

J As the Nieva broadened out into a wide estuary, the fresh breeze became a gusting wind and the calm river waters became choppy, crested with churning foam.

It just fell — in a slanting southwesterly direction, occasionally buffeted into tangles by gusting winds.

We've been needing a good, steady downpour for most of the summer, but all we get are cloudbursts, gusting in and drifting off, curtains of rain that burn away, leaving nothing changed.

A few drunks huddled in the lee of the wharfs, the wind still gusting.

A long low wail of flute piped up from behind, gusting through everything, the only constant, dwarfing the effect of the other sounds, intimidating, humbling.

It passed easily above the aerostats in the gusting breeze, warmed by the noon sun.

Even at Belvoir, at the foot of the icecap, winds were somewhere over sixty, gusting up to ninety miles an hour.

We stood on the top of the berm, the highway busy below, the air cooling, the wind gusting.

There was curiously little smoke coming from the blazing wreck, presumably because of the intense heat given off by the incandescent magnesium alloy wheels, and when the gusting wind occasionally parted the towering curtains of flame Jethou could be seen sitting bolt upright in his cockpit, the one apparently undamaged structure left in an otherwise shattered and unrecognizable mass of twisted steel: at least Dunnet knew I was Jethou but what he was seeing was a blackened and horribly charred remnant of a human being.