The next day, Nanahoa, true to his word, was doing one of his sister’s many chores when his friends came by. They wanted him to play. He told them he had chores to do and about his promise to his sister. The boys laughed at him and in no time Nanahoa started to brag about how he could make it rain on command. His friends encouraged him to show them, and Nanahoa did. He called a rain cloud over and made it rain on Ulei. A drenched Ulei pleaded, “Please, Nanahoa, make it stop!” “I can’t!” Nanahoa confessed. “I only learned how to start it by eavesdropping on the kāhuna on the mountain. I don’t know how to make it stop. I’m sorry.” “Go to the kāhuna and fix this!” Ulei commanded. Nanahoa made his way up the mountain. It was a dangerous journey, but after all, this was his fault, and he needed to make it right. The strong winds blew through his torn malo. He could barely see the ground below.

Finally, a tattered, bruised, and winded Nanahoa reached the top of the mountain. The exhausted boy crawled toward the kāhuna who were expecting him. They instructed Nanahoa to build a heiau with certain pōhaku from the area. He was to create a special arrangement of two feet by two feet squares of flat rocks set on edge. These small squares of rocks would form one large square, like a net. A small fire was to be built in each little square. When the work was completed he was to call Ulei, and she would discover a solution to her problem.