The small town I was born in West Bengal gets occasional loud and wild mud storms. Growing up there in my early years, though, no one really freaked out about it, not even the people residing in small mud houses surrounding my house.
They had built their houses so strong that any wild mud storm was rarely a problem. And so was the attitude towards the storms, that it was hardly a problem worth getting nervous about.
The case with the place in Rajasthan where I grew up in my teens was different. Temperatures during summers peaked at 50 degree Celsius, and dropped to 5 degree during winters. But we rarely went crazy because we had learnt to prepare for both the extreme seasons.