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Sydney's Nor-Easter likes to sleep in late  
at start of summer, rather diffidant;  
just little patchy puffs to indicate  
soft gentleness of manners and intent.  
Then, as the ruffles on the water blend,  
it slowly gathers force, at even pace;  
maintaining all the day a rising trend:  
life, gaiety and sparkle join the race.  
As evening comes it slowly dies away  
and goes to bed again to gather strength.  
With growing confidence it starts each day;  
an early start and later nightly length  

It's rhythm spent. Oppression seems to hang   
Southerly-buster kills it with a bang.      
[from the Desert of my Heart and Mind by F.J.A.Pockley 1912-1990]