I understand this from my days living in a cooler clime. Now, as a Floridian, wind is not a friend. A breeze, maybe, but not wind. Wind is downed tree branches and uprooted trees. With a sand-based soil, even a less than tropical-force wind can topple the mightiest tree. In fact, it's the bigger ones that tend to come down first.

But, a breeze, and for us, a cooling breeze in the heat of summer is heavenly, Jonathan.

Your poem reminds me of when I had shingles in October 3 years ago. Sleeping was difficult and I would awaken about 4:30 and walk in the nippy air, holding the back of my shirt/jacket up to let the breeze sooth my burning skin.