…Storms build up across six or seven thousand kilometers of flatlands, feed on anything that can give them a push—coriolis force, other storms, anything that has an ounce of energy in it. They can blow up to eight hundred kilometers an hour, loaded with everything loose in their way—sand, dust, everything. They can eat flesh off bones and etch bones to slivers.
-“Dune”, Frank Herbert
A Haboob rolling into town, turning the air into sandpaper…
What it feels like if you’re outside when one of these suckers hits town: