Marjorye Heeney knew something was wrong when she saw a bulging cloud of black dust darken the sky.
She then heard an eerie, train-like whistle as fierce winds rattled her front door and windows. When she looked outside, hordes of grasshoppers and crows swarmed over her father's barren farm. After the storm broke, her father walked outside and muttered curses as he scanned the horizon for rain clouds.
"I can remember my dad just watching the sky so closely," Heeney says. "A sprinkle would excite him so much." Read full article »