Dry Bowser Vs. The Dust Cloud

Dry Bowser took a good look at the tropical beach, seeing the waves calmly wash onto the shoreline as the skeletal reptile rubbed his bony chin with his right skeleton hand.
"All seems to be well tonight." Dry Bowser said, turning around to see a huge dust cloud coming his way. "What the..."
Realizing what was going on, Dry Bowser turned around and began dashing as fast as he could, the reptilian skeleton using his lightweight to run as much as he could, feeling some bones pop out of his body onto the sand as the dust cloud approached further. Realizing that the dust cloud couldn't be stopped, Dry Bowser stopped in his tracks, turning around and embracing the sandy gust.
"This doesn't seem too bad..." Dry Bowser muttered as he walked right through the dust, barely feeling the sand getting into his skull as he exited the other side, turning around to see that the dust storm barely did anything. "Was that it? Talk about disappointing."
Hearing the wind kick down, Dry Bowser shrugged as he went back to the beach to enjoy the tropical view, only to hear the waves getting louder as he sighed, realizing that there was another storm incoming.