Paganism
Unwritten Literature of Hawaii: The Sacred Songs of the Hula
’Twas in Koolau I met with the rain: It comes with lifting and tossing of dust, Advancing in columns, dashing along. The rain, it sighs in the forest; 5 The rain, it beats and whelms, like the surf; It smites, it smites now the land. Pasty the earth from the stamping rain; Ful...