The Hawaiian breeze blows,
And the thunderclouds show
The spirits must be mad

The rain starts to pour
The thunder booms once more
The lightning flashes again.

The trees start to shake
The waves start to grow on the lake
We must run for our lives and leave

The breezes become the winds
It whips like a thousand pins
We must run far away

The winds die down
The lake again becomes round
The spirits are satisfied

The Hawaiian breezes blow
And the white clouds show
The storm has ended
 
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