As Romero applied his brakes, dust and sand rose into the night in a great cloud.

Not sand, but vapor rose to engulf them.

Loose sand rose about the boots of the suit as he came out into the valley floor.

The earth shook beneath his feet, sand rose in a cloud.

One recent morning in May, he walked up the beach to where the sand rose to a smooth, damp escarpment above the burbling surf.

In the north, where the sand is finer and rises more easily, the epoxy tape must be changed after several hours of flying time.

The laser is replaced by the spray arm, and the sand rises rather than having a platform fall into a vat:

At the same time the sand stirred and rose as powerful roots shot out in all directions.

Dust and sand rose high into the air, followed by the revved-up whine of a motorcycle.

The sand rose again, this time in the image of Tenoctris.