Let me be washed by the rain, the tears of Ranginui, as many are the tears of man, so too are the tears of the rain.

Leave the tears to wash the thoughts, to wash the body and ease the intensity of pain.

Release and let flow the tears ‘till the rain clears, making way for the words, the truth and understanding to come forth

Lift up my words to be warmed by the sun

To be heard by the four winds

It is done, it is achieved, the mauri settled

Join together, gather together, it is done.

May I be cleansed and uplifted by the gentle breeze

that carries the soft whispers to soothe the bitter grief that gnaws inside

May I be cleansed to be free, to be released, so I may fly in the kindness of my ancestors

- Dr Hana O’Regan