Sandstorm

ANOTHER descriptive writing paragraph, I really like doing them.

A vague, dusty cloud sweeps over the desert, into the ocean. A storm, but no ordinary storm. A gale of wind sweeps sand right off the earth, propelling them skyward, blowing angrily into the faces of many a weary traveller. This mess of dust stings the throat and burns the eyes. In this unrelenting tempest, most try to find shelter and wish this horrible debacle to be over. Like an unstoppable force, huge in grandeur and size, it moves with almost the sort of craftiness known only to living things.