Rite of the Thunderstorm
Josephina

Gather, spirits of the sky
Thunder thy unearthly cry
Set the heavens all aboil
Churn the clouds and spark the soil

Nymphs of Earth and Atmosphere
Strengthen now in drawing near
Tiny crystals, size like rice
Fall like rain does, sting like ice

Sprites of fire, march in rows
Mother's fury, still it grows
Thor, his hammer, hit the ground
Demons dancing all around

Frighten children, crush the crop
Hours by before a stop
The sun can shine another day
But now, my friends, it's time to play