I was raised in a dusty, wind-blown town and I hated it. Not the town, but the dust and the incessant wind. In fact, part of the reason I moved to Cave Creek is because it doesn't blow—as much.
However, when I paint, I love dust! What's the old saying: You can take the boy out of the wind, but you can't take the wind out of the boy? It's something I know a little bit about. Here's just a taste from my Dust Archives:
Dust, Wind And More Dust