I was home one summer evening a few years ago, the weather was typical Georgia in the summer, warm, hazy, and humid with some pop up showers. I wanted to take the dog for a walk, so I checked the radar, there was nothing showing up close by, so out we went. We got about two minutes down the road and a little rain started, so I turned us around towards home, We got maybe 30 seconds when the wind came up out of nowhere and the rain became intense. Within another 30 seconds, the air was white with wind driven rain, visibility was maybe 20 feet. The dog didn't want to walk into the rain, she kept turning her head away from the wind and rain, but I was determined to get her back in the house. After a minute or so of this, we were back on the driveway to my house, which is 120 feet long. When we got about halfway down, I started noticing debris on the ground, which became thicker as we got closer to the house. We finally got back in the garage and waited for things to calm down, which was only a few minutes. When the rain ended and I could finally see more than 25 feet, I could see that the storm had sheared off a pine tree that was about 75 feet from the house, shredded it, and deposited the remains on our driveway.
I've always been reluctant to fly in those sort of conditions since then. One of our hang glider pilots was killed a few years back by a storm that was hiding in the murk. They can form pretty much anywhere in those sort of conditions, and you can't see them in the haze until you're right on top of them, especially if you're headed towards the sun.