Prayer to the Maruts for Rain

What is the clattering noise I hear, as tree limbs against each other?
It is the Maruts, coming in splendor, bringing rain.
What is the glittering fire I see, as of clouds hiding lightning?
It is the Maruts, coming in splendor, bringing rain.
What is the awe-inspiring presence I feel, as of the clashing of armies?
It is the Maruts, coming in splendor, bringing rain.
Splendorous Maruts, come quickly, bringing rain.