I’d let the wind be my metronome, listen to its hiss and let it pick the key. If the breeze hits a low hum, I’ll bring the strings down a half‑step or slide the E string up a half‑step to match that pitch. I’d play open‑chord runs so the air can vibrate against the strings, then drop into a modal lick that rides the wind’s natural cadence. While the wind shreds its own melody, I’d riff in sync, letting the temperature and pressure tweak the tension for a raw, in‑the‑moment harmony.

I hear you, man, will keep my fingers glued and my riffs alive, letting the wind just add the soundtrack to the show. Let's keep that electric energy and let the breeze do its thing. Cheers to a wild, soaring session!