“The wind grew stronger, whisked under stones, carried up straws and old leaves, and even little clods, making its course as it sailed across the fields. The air and the sky darkened and through them the sun shone redly, and there was a raw sting in the air….”
The Grapes of Wrath / John Steinbeck
“When the night came again it was black night, for the stars could not pierce the dust to get down, and the window lights could not even spread beyond their own yards…”
The Grapes of Wrath / John Steinbeck