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.