On the 7th May I wrote a post about the Maori New Year festival, Matariki, and the legend it stems from. For those who didn’t read the post, the story goes that the god of the sky and his love, the goddess of earth, were separated by their children. The second eldest child, Tāwhirimātea, was so furious with his younger siblings for separating their parents that he ripped out his own eyes and flung them into the heavens, thus creating the Seven Sisters constellation.
But then he starts his quest for revenge.
He gathered an army of his own children: clouds, winds, rain, fog, all of whom were eager to help him fight. They destroyed the forests of his brother, Tane, the god of the woodlands; they chased his brother, Tangaroa, into the sea with all of his children; and they pursued his brothers Rongo and Haumia-tiketike into the arms of the mother earth, who made him stop his pursuit.
The Divine War between Tāwhirimātea and his siblings (and their children) rages on to this very day. They say that on a good day, he listens to his parents’ advice and forgives his siblings for what they did; on those days the breeze is gentle, warm and calm. But sometimes, he becomes so overwhelmed at the betrayal and the pain and longing his parents suffer with daily, and he sends hurricanes, tornadoes and storms so horrendous people lose everything. This is how the god of the wind gives out his own justice to the world.