According to Hesiod, Typhon (or Typhos, or Typhoeus), that colossal titan and antagonist to Zeus, was named thus because, as a natural force, he was behind the moist and powerful winds generating from the sea. The term is still used, in Greek, to refer to this phenomenon. Etymology aside, one should expect the ancient monster, Typhos, to have been at least as catastrophic as those whirlpools of the sky; that annihilate everything in their path.
It would have been all well for a poet, or even a regular person with some inclinations to daydream, to suspect such a connection between the two objects. What was neither that forthcoming nor logical, pleasantly dream-like or possessing any of the pleasant tones which should characterize the inspirational mark of the Muse, was the way in which a specific and unlucky person came to think of the connection between the two:
Typhos and Typhoon, he reasoned, were one and the same, but not in regards solely to the term used. Moreover, and far more crucially, they were the same object; and a living being at that. Inspite of his legendary defeat by Zeus, Typhoon never gave up on reclaiming his titanic dominance; having to be subtle in pursuing his plan, he would first have to make sure that Zeus, his Nemesis, was no longer a threat to him, before re-emerging from the Underworld. Zeus was the king of the Gods; but Gods can die, in time; albeit it takes thousands of years. Until that day came, when Zeus no longer was the leader of a reigning pantheon, Typhon would still have to carefully send his twisting void of a messenger and avatar-like manifestation, waiting to establish for how long Zeus would allow it to unleash destruction, prior to extinguishing it by His mighty will.
Typhon, that vortex of the heavens, time and time again shall find a way to inspire dread; even if not directly as natural phenomenon, or archaic demon, it shall always be as potent as any a symbol of our own imagination’s chasms that lead to a fiery abyss.