It would be hard to claim you like wind; people would roll their eyes. But maybe if you qualify it as liking the kind of wind that blows in a change they'd be satisfied, as long as you assure them that you're watching the trees shake from inside.
There were even times in Idaho* that I sat in a cozy chair with a book next to a rattling window totally content to watch spring blow in at top speed. Spring is like that, and it has to blow in lots of times before it sticks--often with rain and snow. We're almost there now, though. Maybe once more and we'll be all set. And aren't we glad the propane tank didn't explode when the grill blew over onto the patio this afternoon?