This is what a mudstorm looks like when it rolls into town:
A cold front kicked up some dust west of town and moments later the wind was rocketing through and the sky was raining big ol' drops of mud.
Like "awesome," the word "sublime" has been watered down by overuse. But the original meaning of the word described a terrible beauty, something that filled us with fear and trembling. I think that there are days that the prairie is truly sublime.