Spinning dust

The wind blows like an angry spirit, destroying everything in its path. Tree branches whip the air like swords, coconuts come crashing down; they split open. The sky is scarlet with fury. Dust envelopes the city like a forest fire. The airport is closed, all flights cancelled...God has blocked our view. Dust goes up my nose, I can't breathe. The windows crash into panes, curtains out of control. The smell of dust replaces the household odours. The air tastes raw, earthy; without its usual chemicals. Cars blow by like ghosts, headlights glowing.