During one particular stay in a desert upon a mesa overlook, I was treated to the calm before the storm. Not just any storm at that, a sandstorm followed by monsoon thunderstorm. For all of my experiences in life, not once prior or since had I ever seen a sandstorm hundreds of feet high and visibly approaching like some biblical event. It was profound how it turned the sky dark and swallowed up the city before me and how the eerie calm turned to howling, blasting wind like a shockwave before it physically arrived. It truly was a natural spectacle, as was the flooding storm that followed it.