maybe too obvious

must be just my mood . . .

wakea starts to laugh
and the sky starts to crack and shimmer
clouds roil up from kahiki
and kahekili adds to the rhythm
every atom starts to sway
gyrate
to an unknown mirth
palms sway and threaten
as the grey skies roll to black
and shatters into sheets of joyous wetness
as hina embraces the moment
rain puddles and streams
valleys fill and rivers run
crescendoes of embracing
slowing ebbing
to silent green