Wait.
When I spoke disparagingly about our seats on the flight from Honolulu to Kauai, I omitted one important point.
Yes, for most of the 30 minutes, our view out the left window offered nothing but ocean and whitecaps all the way to Tahiti. But as we turned for Lihue, the plane flew nose first into the trade winds blowing out of the east. And as we made that turn, it was the folks on the right who had the oceanside view. Ours was of the mountains.
Green forests climbed up the slopes, disappearing into mist and dark clouds. And the clouds in the heights were dark. It was raining up there.
The late afternoon sun was behind us. And on our final approach for the airport, a rainbow appeared, reaching from the mountains down to the sea.
Welcome to Hawaii.