Dear Rain Departed

Remains of rain that's fresh deceased
Will drip and thump with steady beat,
And sinking, plunk from oaken leaves
With somber, bowing ritually,
And make their grieving for the rain.
Together trees can bear the pain
An effort made communally
The mourners listen rhythmically
The water shed is laid to rest
Within the earth in liquid death
And falls through caverns carved in stone
To pool in piles, fluid bone
The water falling makes a womb
For oaken roots to form the tomb
The moisture nurture must a soul
In final gift of parting deed