The wizard of rain, the knight of nature,
Goes to the hill in the twilight of the dawn
With a falcon sitting on his right shoulder
And rising to the virgin sky before a new sun
in search of the meadow where a moon was drawn.
The wizard of rain, the collector of wonder,
Gathers dewdrops from the fresh frost of grass
Into a crystal bottle and reads his grimoire
As the falcon flaps his wings in the air
And brings the forces of nature in abundance.
The wizard of rain, the wondrous sorcerer,
Calls the names of gods, demons, and angels
Wielding his wand in a symphony of nature
Amid the swaying leaves of the grass and trees,
All in harmony bringing rains from the sky.