What's the disaster?

Here's the descriptive paragraph I wrote. Can you guess which of the four I wrote about?


Everywhere you looked, there were drifts of white. The tops of cars peeked up from under them. It was eerie as you tried to navigate the dunes because everything was quiet. Not even the hum of generators breeched the aire out here. The sky was clear as the hot sun beat down, and nothing provided relief. There wasn't even a break from the shadow of a passing bird - because there were no birds. As you scanned the horizon, there was nothing but damage to see in every direction. Sides of houses missing. Roofs peeled off. And in those houses you could peer into, there were already lines of mildew forming. There was that faint smell of "old" hanging in the air, like you had just walked into an old basement and were hit with a musty blast of air. But, in this case, you were standing in the open just listening to waves crash and cajole in beauty while faced with massive destruction.