Iwa birds circling above in a dance made for rain
'Opihi wait by the shore, another day to ponder life
Waves softly caressing against the tall black surface
Falling gently, falling gently.
As early morning sonnets fill the air
Clouds drift above in the clear blue sky
Gathering in the mountains to determine the day
Will it rain? Oh will it rain?
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