Hakalau Rain

Hakalau Rain

begins as obake —

ghost fog — sails in 

to finish a sunny day.

A whisper of leaves,

rustle of fronds

rises to din

& rain cascades

like trucks

dump gravel,

like madwomen

flail.

My cat leaps

to a sill,

sees tools

mislaid, a bucket

rocketing end over end

to meet & tangle 

with hog wire fence.

I’m caught

in this riot,

made small

by tethered fog, 

this sudden chill,

I’m sodden & smiling,

dripping
with soft rain.