Burle

[…] wind cutting through your clothes : the burle, a wind so harsh it had a name. That was Tanieux to him: a winter town, a cold, stone village huddled on its hillside, Grandpa's kitchen its one welcoming place.

[…] wind of good weather, it can chase away clouds but also intensify drought and heat. On the high plateau, the mistral can unleash in winter the burle, a swirling, blinding snowstorm propelled almost horizontally.