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.