Blowing a helluva Hooley

Rarely not windy In the far flung Squarely unfairly unsung Seriously deliriously magical Mystical..mythical Catlins Rather adept at being Scarily palaver kept.. Wild & warily windswept Gusts crept not Slowing then leapt Boom & bust thrust lust Not caring us despairing Sussed trussed trees cussed Unruly unjust showing growing Glaring..nonplussed Haring..not fussed Duly well & Truly cruelly blowing A helluva Hooley Mean flurry of almost obscene  Breeze seems in no hurry to ease. Smashed...whacked...bashed.. smacked Lashed...by gusting...busting galloping gales Never fails to leave me blustered and flustered Lolloping..at the end of my tether Amazed by crazed walloping weather Raised & mustered Brazen Mother Nature dolloping All turned to custard Surely they will pass...these fast blasts can't last No need to be cryptic..it's almost apocalyptic Have we sinned against the god of wind Feel the real deal glee of Taw Fee Ree (Maori God of Wind) Maybe he might hear me...respond to this plea... Help our plight...let us alight from  The fight against the fright Flight of breezy bite blight.. Just some respite But it is quite a sight Wild fling..Aotearoa spring can bring.. Darkness & light Centre staging..in the raging...roaring..rampaging forties Naughty windy warlocks doing their thing