How great is the highest creation
How awesome his edifices, profound his concepts
While beasts and birds must struggle to live in nature
It is he who tames, subjugates, conquers so that nature lives in him
How vast the occupied continents lay docile yet angered
Ready with arid hate to rebel
When the rain does not come

How immense the cities of the highest creation
Gotham, Metropolis, Rome, Alexandria, Gomorrah
They are marble from stone, each a forest of towers
Titanic creatures, shining with the sun every day
Glowing in breathing red every well-lit eventide
What then of the massive sounds from its clogged crowded veins
When the rain does not come

How awesome the achievements of this highest creation
From the kindling of sparks to the glassy neon lights
Imprint upon parchment, captured sound from the screened-machines
A thousand, thousand miles reached in one blast
Oceans charted, species discovered, academia riding in beloved ivory
With a collective union and unions bounded in social compact
When the rain does not come

Powerful, powerful, powerful is the mind of this highest creation
Cities spread, animals copied, rivers redrawn, rockets fired
Governments established, the complexity of alphabet
All these make the highest creation, who dwells in luxury, say:
“Why must I inquire of the Lord God Almighty?”
Verily, that is when the rain does not come.