I'm just going to read a couple of more poems
about rain, both in English and in Navajo.
And then I'll let my collaborator Steve talk
about his work.
Níłtsą́ bi’áád. Níłtsą́ bi’áád Shá’di’ááhdę́ę’go dah naaldogo’ alzhish
k’ós hazlį́į́’ honeezk’ází
níltsą́ bi’áád bitázhool bijooltsą́ áádóó níłtsą́ bi’áád biyázhí bídii’na’
Naaniiniiłkaahgo níłtsą́ bi’áád biyázhí hazlį́į́’
ch’íl látah hózhóón dahtoo’bee ’ałch’į’ háazhah áádóó nihik’inizdidláád
Female rain, dancing from the South,
cloudy, cool, and gray, pregnant with rain child.
At dawn, she gives birth to a gentle mist.
Flowers bow with wet sustenance, luminescence all around."