Dust Storm

Now I can almost imagine what it was like to live on a farm in the Dirty Thirties. Hubby called from the window that I should come look. There was a sickly brown cloud below the storm clouds. I shut the window, grabbed my camera and we headed out to the car. As I came around the corner of the house, I was hit in the face by flying sand.

We drove through the wall of dust and looked back at it.

In a short time, it was over and we saw that someone was getting a much-needed shower.

We drove some more and saw some beautiful Mammatus clouds at the edge of Avonlea.

One thought on “Dust Storm

  1. You must have done some studying to know what cloud formations are called, have you?

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