Upon its head

The rainy season doth begin anew,
And as a wetness seeks to court the land
A firmament-shed patch of solid blue
Drops from above and ambushes my hand
I cast my vision skyward and I see
That heaven bleeds away its azure face,
Displaying stony vaults while land below
Is covered by this rain without a trace.
Where ground is gone for good some victims fall
Upwards--or is it down?--into the void
While trees of lightning flay their forebears all
As madness with its patient may have toyed.
In vain I pose myself the question, "Why
Does sky become the earth and Earth the sky?"