Prologue:
With my harvesting stick I will hook the clouds. 
With my harvesting stick I will pull down the clouds. 
With my harvesting stick I will stir the clouds.
 (Pulling Down the Clouds)

Wind:

It is new air, 
air, coming from faraway places. 
From skies untouched, 
from clouds not yet formed. 
…Just watch, when the wind stops, the rain will fall. 
(Wind)

The Ritual:

‘Oig ‘o, ‘oig ‘o
before it becomes light
‘oig ‘o, ‘oig ‘o
there are still songs to be sung
before the sun comes up
there is still a little bit of night left. 
(O’odham Dances)

Clouds:

Ce:daghim ‘o ‘ab wu:sañhim.
To:tahim o’ ab’ wu:sañhim.
Cuckuhim ‘o ‘ab him.
Wepeghim ‘o ‘abai him.
Greenly they emerge.
…Whitely they emerge.
…Reddening, they are right here. 
 (Na:nko Ma:s Cewagi/Cloud Song)

Thunder:

Summer clouds sit silently.
…quietly gathering strength…from the good winds. 
This strength that becomes the thunder.  
The thunder so loud it vibrates the earth. 
The thunder that surrounds us. 
(Cewagi)

Epilogue:

In our hands we capture the first light.
We are complete with this light.
This is the way we begin and end things. 
(O’odham Dances)