Looks like Spring on the South Plains.
C’mon man, get enlightened and call it by the arabic word “Haboob” like the media is doing now.
My son drove through one of these storms last night down in the area of I-10 from Pinal Air Park to south of Marana. It got to the point where visibility was less than 10 feet in any direction; he couldn’t see to pull off the highway safely.
He said that he saw tumbleweeds and small Palo Verde trees blowing through the air. That area is mostly farmland or desert. so there’s lots of debris and dirt to blow around.
Oh noes! We’re all gonna die!
I guess one could expect such things, building a city out in the middle of a desert and all...
Amazing sight though.
Last night in every news report I watched, this (dust or sand) storm was referenced by an Arabic name. No, it’s just a dust or sand storm. It’s not taking place in the Middle-East and it should be referenced by our tradition name for it.
This attempt to turn everything in the U. S. into something that goes by a name from foreign nations or regions is idiotic.
The storm took place because of “monsoonal” flows of moisture. Monsoonal? We have monsoons of Mexico? Since when?
We have a flow of humidity coming up from Mexico. We do not have a monsoon coming up from Mexico.
When did they start referencing this as a monsoon air flow?
I don’t remember that from my youth. Did I miss it, or is this as it seems, just one more idiotic attempt to strip our terms for things and force feed us a foreign term for them?
Maybe this has always been referred to as a monsoonal air-flow and I never heard of it until recently.
My perception of monsoon is a storm in the South Pacific. Did we suddenly move or something?
Here’s the internet dictionary definition.
–noun
1.
the seasonal wind of the Indian ocean and southern Asia, blowing from the southwest in summer and from the northeast in winter.
2.
(in India and nearby lands) the season during which the southwest monsoon blows, commonly marked by heavy rains; rainy season.
3.
any wind that changes directions with the seasons.
That number three is a new one for me. Why is a term used to describe South Pacific or Indian Ocean weather patterns now a term that we should be using in the Northern Hemisphere on the other side of the planet?
Can we please stop this renaming of everything routine.
This is the United States. We have a rich language base of our own. We don’t need to rename our weather patterns using terms from the other side of the planet.
Gotta be God’s punishment...
Yep, we’ve been having them here since I was a kid.....long time ago. They happen every year. You really don’t want to be driving in one of them.
It was insane. I could smell the dust inside my house.
No damage here. Just a lawn chair swept across the front yard.
It looks a lot worse than it is. I was driving into one of these storms and just pulled off on a side road to wait it out. Later a change of air filter and wait till the next one.
So Long, Its Been Good To Know Yuh
(Dusty Old Dust)
Words and Music by Woody Guthrie
I’ve sung this song, but I’ll sing it again,
Of the place that I lived on the wild windy plains,
In the month called April, county called Gray,
And here’s what all of the people there say:
CHORUS: So long, it’s been good to know yuh;
So long, it’s been good to know yuh;
So long, it’s been good to know yuh.
This dusty old dust is a-gettin’ my home,
And I got to be driftin’ along.
A dust storm hit, an’ it hit like thunder;
It dusted us over, an’ it covered us under;
Blocked out the traffic an’ blocked out the sun,
Straight for home all the people did run,
Singin’:
CHORUS
We talked of the end of the world, and then
We’d sing a song an’ then sing it again.
We’d sit for an hour an’ not say a word,
And then these words would be heard:
CHORUS
Sweethearts sat in the dark and sparked,
They hugged and kissed in that dusty old dark.
They sighed and cried, hugged and kissed,
Instead of marriage, they talked like this:
“Honey...”
CHORUS
Now, the telephone rang, an’ it jumped off the wall,
That was the preacher, a-makin’ his call.
He said, “Kind friend, this may the end;
An’ you got your last chance of salvation of sin!”
The churches was jammed, and the churches was packed,
An’ that dusty old dust storm blowed so black.
Preacher could not read a word of his text,
An’ he folded his specs, an’ he took up collection,
Said:
So long, it’s been good to know yuh;
So long, it’s been good to know yuh;
So long, it’s been good to know yuh.
This dusty old dust is a-gettin’ my home,
And I got to be driftin’ along.
All that dust wasn’t caused by a monsoon but by the hordes of illegals running north.