February 01, 2004

Makoa's Song

I love just about everything about Hawaii that has to do with the wildness of it. The incredible raging storms and the sun showers that come out of nowhere, like a blessing from heaven. The Wide Blue Seas, so calm that even in the low light of nightfall, clouds reflect of the mirror surface. that same seas may in a short time become a tempestuous, churning fury of howling winds and raging surf...

There are times when I lay in bed at night and listen to the pelting rain, it comes from the seas a mile or so away and you can hear the roar in the distance... It rolls in and first there is this puff of breeze that smells very good then this rush of air and right behind this is a loud downpour of rain. In waves it comes. This is a blessing that so much of the world would love to have and a great gift it is.

Some other creatures respond to it. The tiny couqui frog, no bigger than a dime, has a very loud call and is considered a pest by most. (its a invader alien species, as are all of the creatures mentioned in this post including me, Im afraid lol)) The Indian Mynah bird calls in the aftermath of the rain as does the flock of wild Portuguese Fighting Chickens that hang out in our yard (look like peacocks the roosters do. they are very noisy)As the rain subsides, these break out in song, sometimes together and sometimes one or two at a time. The closer to dawn, the louder it is, or so it seems.

And there is another night singer, my boy kitty, Makoa. He seems to know that the rain would bring his favorite prey out, a rat or mouse, so he grabs a toy mouse and brings it into our bedroom and begins to sing along with the other creatures of the night. He lays on a rug with the toy and meows in time to the chickens and the frogs, a part of Gods choir of praise. Im sure that I sleep through it often, but times like last night when I was awakened by the rain coming down so hard, I praise him for "catching the mouse" and he jumps up on the bed, still calling in a little voice. Purring very loudly, he snuggles up for a rub on the belly and cuddle with "Mom". So easy to please and thankful for the bit of praise.

Makoa's song reminds me that God cares about the Great and the Small, and I need to praise and be thankful for the great and the small, just like my kitty and the other creatures of the Hawaiian Night.

Thank you all for your kind words... some have posted comments.... others have emailed. Your aloha has touched me greatly.