Dust Storms From Deserts

Dust Storms from Deserts.
Isn't it a mystery, that every speck of dust from a great distance of time is a potentially part of the thick wall of storms in the present or even future?
Silk light of the sky is slippery around the feet of any without clean hands but how many people are without skeletons in their closet?
Cassie Betita Barto's last glimpse of the Arizona desert was more than two decades ago. She had since adopted new names, jobs, lover, husband, and famed community status.
Betita thought the dunes she left between Arizona and Savannah covered her troubled teenage, far banished from memory, ended as roadside hibiscus left for grazing wild horses.
That was until that pale, sexy, black, stinging bee (Roxanne Evangelina Franklin) from the hot suns arrived under blending blue-cream buttermilk skies of this shadowy, rainy, cloudy coastal city of Savannah, where Cassie Betita Barto works and live.
Unfortunately, Cassie Betita's bucket of pollen gathered poison ivy, more than she bargained for. She may need the unsolicited help of a spring broom cleaner to sweep away the fast-thickening wall of storm which, surprisingly, continues to unfold.
Would the eagle be frustrated or catch the vulture's powers who scavenge the carrion?