Rakali Springs suffers a severe dust storm that rips roofs off houses and destroys trees. Rosie and Matt discuss it.
We see a house without a roof. People crawl across it, dragging a tarpaulin to cover the exposed trusses and beams.
“Looks like it followed quite a narrow track,” says Matt. “Like a tornado.”
“We don’t have those, do we?”
“Not like they do in the US, but we have smaller versions.”
“Like what exactly?”
“You know. A whirlwind, kicks up dust. But a small diameter.”
“You mean a dust devil. I hope. I haven’t heard your version before.”
I blush and he laughs.