Thunder drums and lightning beings
race across the sky.
Standing under Old Man Maple
I watch the storm draw nigh.

Thunder beings, spirit men
spin their mighty dance
as ever watchful I look on
enraptured with one glance.

Thunderspirits, sing your song
for mortal men to hear.
Beauty captured in an instance,
it lilts across the air.

Thunder Bird and Lightning Brother
dance 'cross the cloudy sphere
while rain falls softly, signaling
the gods are surely near.

Spirit woman, spin your magic
weave it through the heavens
as Brother Wind sweeps on by
at home amongst you denizens.

With one last song the rain pours forth,
bears down upon the earth
and winged celestial children sing,
calling out their mirth.

Lightning Brother, Thunder Bird,
teach your song to me,
Spirit Woman weave your magic
that I might someday Dance and See.