A Prayer for Everyone at Twohawk'snest from White Eagle

Ah! The fresh raincloak that covers a willing ground, covering me.
Once the sun-god spit fire on me and I turned to ashes.
Once the rain-goddess threw her cloak over me and I became a river of mud.
Now I am once again running towards My Beloved.
When My Beloved spits on me again I will be his wedding groom
And the maid servant of his rain bride.
I will see that our marriage bed is well-groomed, and well-supplied.
Mud, ash or dirt, its all the same, if that is what will become of me,
Out of our love for each other
The Rain will pour its secrets upon us
Revealing the Love it brings, carrying no shame. Ah-Ho!