For two days, Hualalai was the calm in the middle of a storm. Thunder boomed during the day and at night, shaking our foundations. Lightning slashed across the dark skies, appearing as if commanded by a magician’s wand. As the growl of thunder reverberated around us, it made me understand why Native people felt that angry gods dominated the atmosphere. But, of course, at Hualalai, we were spared from the storm’s fury. Instead, as the far off rain mixed with the sun, we had technicolor rainbows.
photo courtesy of Bob Holman
photo courtesy of Robert Huret
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