we're in the middle of winter here, which means rain.
In the Hawai'ian language there are over 100 words that describe rain…
where it comes from, if it's coming down slanted or straight, pouring or light,
down the mountain or across the water and when it comes.
I don't mind the rain all that much. It makes me want to cook/bake when it's
been cold, rainy and blustery like the last few days.
I think it was 6 years ago when the rain was really bad. 12 inches an hour at
Scholfield…that's a lot of water coming down.
That's when it gets dangerous with the rivers over-flowing and Lake Wilson
filling up.
but it seems like even when there's just a little break in the rain and the sun comes out
there's always a rainbow to be seen.
no rain…no rainbows.
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