She was a pluviophile,
born in the monsoon times.
Overcome by strikhedonia
she fled her village,
sought solace in the woods.
A sturmfrei soul was she,
content to burrow away
on bright clear days.
Her cottage well hidden
from prying eyes.
She lived for the darkest of storms.
Aroused by lightning strikes,
thunder her love-struck mate.
They danced together in downpours,
her hair drenched, clothes clinging.
Townspeople burbled about her,
bumfuzzled by her ways.
Over time she became the Other.
Easier to will her out of existence,
they stayed inside during heavy rains.
pluviophile (noun): a lover of rain
strikhedonia (noun): the joy of being able to say the hell with it
sturmfrei (adjective): the freedom of being alone; the ability to do what you want
burble (verb): to speak in an excited manner
bumfuzzle (verb): to confuse or fluster
*In ancient Roman religion, Tempestas is a goddess of storms or sudden weather.
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lillian the home poet 
Not only have you painted a portrait, but you have also given your Tempestais a back story. Great use of the prompt words, Lill!
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Thanks, Kim. Just catching up with comments, reading, etc. Where in the world does time fly to???
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I love transformation to the Other. The personification of the storm is well done Lillian specially with this part: A sturmfrei soul was she.
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Thank you, Grace. Just catching up with reading and comments…I’ve been remiss. Time just seems to disappear!
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Oh I could see her dancing in downpours. I adore the story and characterization that you’ve created with the given words ..and how did I know you’d find a use for “bumfuzzle”. Just wonderful, Lil.
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Just catching up on reading, comments….I’ve been remiss. So glad you enjoyed this one. I really had fun with the prompt!
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Your creative mind has given us another story to savor
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Thank you, Candy!
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This is stirring and fun, with the feeling of a parable, and the heart of an outsider. It sounds great when spoken aloud too. Wonderful that fellow poets are diving into the deep end with this prompt.
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It was a fun prompt. Just now catching up on comments and reading…oh dear.
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Lillian I love how you’ve drawn Tempestas as she frolics in the clouds with her lover. Too large for mere mortals to handle, which is often the way with the divine.
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So glad you enjoyed. Had fun with this prompt!
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Great great write Lil, powerful and mysterious — loved it my friend! 👍🏼🙂✌🏼❤️
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Just catching up on comments and replies…a long way to go. Thanks! Glad you enjoyed.
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Well done, Lillian. I liked that your poem helped define the new words as it went along.
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Glad you enjoyed!
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:>)
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Wow! what an isolophilia 🤔
Nice one🙃
Much💛love
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Your comment makes me smile!
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Love the way you have portrayed Tempestas! Fabulous!
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I had fun with this one!
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Brilliant, Lillian!
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Thank you!
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