The Journey of a Short Lifetime

Birthed in a white foamy fluff
Scattered across the peach blue plate
Melted into sphered heaven
Delight of the tired reaper's fate,
Dived a length of no mortal's limit
Plunged across the nothingness of winds
And swayed across to somber urban state
To soaring glasses and silicate.
Where some did reach it's birthing home
Cascaded around the exasperate,
Up and around the fatigued faces
And onto the wheels of a driver's love.
Where it rested upon the translucent glass
And struggled to keep from falling again
It trickled, alas, and trickled swift down
The view of a teenager's intentive eyes
Who perhaps would pen a poem down
For its very existence, the story of it's life.
The window edged and it dropped apace
To cemented floor which once was sod
And beheld a kid relish the pour and hint
The rarest smile, among the masking faces.
The kid with his shoe, perhaps a gift of motherly love,
In dynamic detained, vaulted up and on the fallen victim,
Now corrupted by the dusted brown of the shoe's midsole
And teared apart into countless pieces,
None with a hint of it's kosher soul,
The end of a very short lifetime
Of the tepid raindrop.