Hello, Riddlers! Can you guess our theme? This is the enemy of my mom, and they are at constant battle in my house. ; ) ~ F
Mostly a chore I'm known to be; static things collect me. Bit and pieces of this and that weave in time my welcome mat. If a spot's dry as a bone, I'll whip up chaos in that zone. Blinding those who will see progress lost thanks to me. Should I gather as a storm, the wind will grant my powerful form. Kansas knew the truth at hand, both the state and the band.
What am I?
I gave you a clue!
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