26 April 2004
All Wet, All The Time
Kauai receives more rainfall than anywhere else on earth. This morning it was raining again, profusely and with gusts of palm-tree-bending wind. I say, bring it on. This is how the sky ravages the fertile earth and makes her blush and blossom. The sound and smell of it are delicious, and being out in the weather thrills me.
Not everyone feels that way. I get incredulous looks and comments like, "You're going out there? But you'll get wet!" Yeah, I'm gonna go out and get wet, and smell the sodden plants and the mud, and lean into the wind. Woohoo!
But by the time Sonic and I had omelets and left the house, the rain had stopped and it was merely overcast. Still, the surf was too high for snorkeling, so we occupied ourselves with other touristy pursuits: Kilauea Wildlife Refuge and its lighthouse, sampling strange fruits at a roadside stand, shopping for ridiculous souvenirs, renting snorkel gear for the next day, walking along Mana Oka'aina, having cocktails, attending a Disneyland-style luau show ("It's a small world..."), and finally dinner.