Lono
The Rain-Bringer of the Harvest Feast
Rain's rhythm, harvest's breath, peace in passing.
I am the soft drum of rain on taro leaves, the hush before the first fruit splits its skin. My season is a breath held — games, gifts, and grace under open skies. I do not shout, but when I pass, even the stones remember to be still.
What I'm Into: Makahiki games, first fruits, cloud-watching, calm seas, drumbeat of rain
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