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** Hea Mai Oe, E O Aku Au / You Call Out, I Answer
October (being Kāpiʻo), month of Ikuā. The sea roars, the rain roars, the birds roar, everything roars. This is the month the swells of Kalapu and Kaulu become blustery. Laʻamaomao releases the wind gourd, and innumerable booms meet the lightning flashes of Kauilanuināmākēhā; the sea roars with the voice of Kaʻuiki, the cannons of Kānehekili in Nuʻumealani, stirring up the gray-backed ones (centipedes—scorpions) that sleep in the dirt of the fields. The storm has arrived, the calm has been thwarted. Like the wailing of a child stung by a scorpion, thus everything that was resting in the calm of the recent months roars when the storm returns. It is the firstborn of the months of Winter.