This Green Land
The sky, at once a brilliant blue, overcome by shades of billowing grey clouds.
The green of the forest on the mountain, obscured, enveloped.
A flowing river of mist and rain, coming down the ridge.
And I, standing between mauka and makai, honua, swept into the rush of drops.
At first a gentle pitter-patter but then a bleating cacophony of a thousand brilliant taps.
Engulfed in this commotion, the mountain and valley indistinct, the fragrance of maile and tree fern rises with the breeze.
As quickly as it came, it dissipates, giving way once again to the infinite blue above.
The ground glistens, remnant drops sparkle in the glint of the sun.
Mahalo Lono, the thirst of our land and our crops are quenched, the verdant land blooms.
-gk