The Day after Raine

The day after Raine,
The light was very wane.
The very life of the world seemed dark,
As the dusk takes the lake after the leaving of the lark.
All that had been bright has lost its sweet glimmer,
Just as her green dress has lost its shimmer.

The day after Raine,
Life is now in vain.
The very essence of existence has fled,
Leaving all as soulless as lead.
Hoping to see her one time more,
Just leaves me festering like a sore.

The day after Raine,
Is full of so much pain.
The child that was in her womb,
That never was able to bloom.
The ring that has lost its mate,
Just alone, full of hate.

The day after Raine,
Nothing is there to gain.
Though the stars shine so bright,
They are dim to her own light.
The day after Raine,
Nothing but the silent falling rain.

Squiggly Wiggly

There was a squiggly wiggly that ate and moved. Ate and moved. Moved and ate. All it had was a mouth from which it would eat. But it could not rid itself of its own waste. So as the squiggly wiggly moved and ate, it grew bigger and bigger. Finally, one day it grew so big it would burst if it ate any more. But the squiggly wiggly wanted more food so it ate it. As soon as the squiggly wiggly ate the food, it expanded too much and exploded. Parts of the squiggly wiggly and its food flew everywhere, only to be eaten by other squiggly wigglies who will do as the poor squiggly wiggly had done.