Prayer to Thunderbird for Rain

Lightning in dry air over the burnt land, hey!
Fire in the dry air over the burnt land, hey!
Rain clouds in the dry air over the burnt land, hey!
Thunderbird, trailing fire in his wings, comes.
Thunderbird, carrying roars in their beating, comes.
Thunderbird, bringing rain to the burnt land, comes.
Thunderbird, we will turn wet faces to you, hey,
when you pass over us.