The Difference, Really

Daydreaming away with the velveteen sky

Soft pillows and white billows taking forms that vie

Beckoning evermore for reminiscence and blithe

Whimsy to imagine and create and contrive

 

But clouds grow darker and pillows grow sodden

With raindrops and teardrops of the downtrodden

Storms roll in and obstacles broaden

Clear skies and sunshine soon are forgotten

 

But as you wake up, nightmarishly blue

Remember the world grows in the rain, too

Even the brightest greens appear in deeper hue

And what would spring be without morning dew?

 

For all of the days spent in the rain

Crying over the scars and all the stains

And sweet-smelling mornings when dewdrops would fain

For the chance to make all bright and green again

 

For all the days when every drop flows freely

Tell me, what is the difference, really?