Flakes

Snowflakes fell, landing upon the dilapidated body of man, dressed not for the occasion but for vanity and economic, well, political and other success. They all melted at once, watery, their grave was unimportant, not, as you would have expected, of any significance at all. But they all came from a womb, leaving reluctantly perhaps and aimed to make a place in this world for all, and themselves. And then, in a sudden explosion, clarity was the fall-out, heavy but, for all intents, benign, necessary. It was found, through consensus that no flakes ever did make a difference.