It rains a lot in the big island of Hawaii. Sometimes with an intensity that almost signals a remote intention of wanting us to go.

Such emotion can be felt strongest at nights, when the downpour combined with darkness sounds dismal.

I quite understand that.

If I were an island, I would have many sullen moments when all I want to do is to wash those intruders off. Who wants traffic-choked streets, seasides swarmed with this happy, hurrying breed? Especially when you are an island mysteriously formed by some hot stuff from the center of the Earth, and are quite content with the way you are?