Hoʻokanilehua, i call into the mist. The delicate lehua blossoms perched high above me awaiting to be adorned by the Kanilehua rain. Time is still, a cool breeze rustles through the liko and sends a trembling motion through the delicate lihilihi of the pua lehua. The sky changes as a white haze rolls in. I take in the beauty and stillness of this moment. A moment of inspiration. Suddenly, a mistlike rain drop touches my skin, signaling the coming of the Kanilehua rain. Eo mai e Hilo Hanakahi... Hilo, I ka ua kanilehua. A hand drawn tribute of my aloha to you.

 

        Kananiokeanuenueokalani