This evening we got a sudden downpour; we hadn’t realized that the drainpipes were clogged until we saw this. Try look all the water coming out of the bottom of the pipe!
Where I grew up, in Mānoa Valley on Oʻahu, it rained a lot, and many times at night. I can remember listening to it on the tī leaves outside my bedroom window and falling asleep to the melody. One time, getting off the bus in Waikīkī, I stepped from sunshine into a rain shower, just like that.
I have always loved the rain. I love the sound of it, its fresh aroma, the way it patters on the foliage around the house. I would be totally happy if every summer, for a week, weʻd get rain, keeping everything fresh and clean.
Rain is a lullaby to me. Its song sings to me, comforts me. It reminds me of home.