Haboobage
A dust storm so strong it could make a superhero cry. It’s like the sky is throwing a tantrum and you’re stuck in the middle.
I was on my bike, and the haboobage hit me like a brick wall. Now I’m covered in dust and regret.
The haboobage came through my house and turned my living room into a desert. My cat ran away.
My mom called me and said the haboobage is so bad, the dog is now a pile of dirt.