Biography of a Rain Puddle

A snowflake fell upon my nose.
I don’t know why it missed my clothes,
because, of course, it soon unfroze.

It dripped onto a snowbank where
exposed to colder space and air
as nippy as a Frigidaire,
it froze to crystal, I suppose.

When sun came out to warm the day,
that crystal caught an errant ray
that found the place wherein it lay
and so into the sky it rose.

As a vapor it was reborn
to float upon the sunlit morn.
Unto the heavens it was borne,
in that new state that nature chose.

Months later, it came down again
in a new form, as summer rain,
and winter’s loss was summer’s gain—
a celebration for my toes!

The dVerse prompt today is to write a Zéjel Here is the form:

Then I asked Forgottenman to give me a prompt for the subject and he gave me  Snowflake.