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how it rained
the day you stormed into my life
earth flipped on her back
stared at daytime stars through leafy branches
and laughed
summer walks on ocean’s shore
scents of lavender, roses
gentle kisses and ardent promises
until the night you stole away
(how it rained)
Our Quadrille prompt at dVerse is to write a poem using exactly 44 words, excluding title, using the word STORM.
Victoria C. Slotto, Author 
sad and sweet — but mostly sweet and real !
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Beautiful poem!
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A perfect storm of youthful love…brilliant write!
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One can only wish there are no such nights but such is life.
I relished the description of the onset of love.💛
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This is perfectly beautiful. ..!
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A perfect conclusion, Victoria.
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LOVE everything about this one! Earth flipping on her back — the topsy turvey feeling of those first days of love. And the circular nature of the poem from the title to the last line – oh how it rained. Such energy in this one.
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Made me smile in recognition. Glad the teenage years are over!
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First love and heartbreak is storm bringing rain in its wake indeed. Beautifully captivated.
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That first love. It is a lot like a storm. Good think we’re young then.
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Wow to be told that Earth flipped on its back the day we met- what an honor and an amazing person. Lovely.
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This is incredibly stunning Victoria! 😀 I love “summer walks on ocean’s shore scents of lavender, roses gentle kisses and ardent promises..” and oh that close! *swoooooooon*❤️
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You had me at /daytime stars/–that & the image of the earth flipping onto her back, ready for romance. Odd that ardor, lust, heat are not enough too often when the fever ebbs & the bathroom noises begin.
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What a storm ~ Love how it rained with all the scents of the flowers ~
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Sounds like a fast and wonderful summer of love, and then it’s over too soon. 🙂
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“…earth flipped on her back … and laughed” I like that!
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Love the three parts of falling in love, of being together and that end… like the seasons, but still I feel it’s more.
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I love the personification in this Quadrille, Victoria – magical!
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Splendid and gorgeous. I love the imagery in this and then….the rain. So sad but methinks you found another, even better.
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This was drawn from my first teenage “love.” I just wrote of the feeling, not the actual event.
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Those storms never last long, but ah, the intensity!
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Irresistible storming, then laughter and sunshine, then rain… a graphic of relationships
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Wonderful little poem that captures the emotions here really well
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“Too like the lightning” – it sounded too good to last! Great images, and really captured the breathlessness of crazy love.
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I enjoyed this and especially how it read like a complete story.
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This is so good. I especially like these lines:
“earth flipped on her back”
“scents of lavender, roses
gentle kisses and ardent promises”
that powerful closing couplet
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Blues lyrics, jazz standard phrasing… heartbroken. A smokey voice in a darkly-lit lounge. Another drink sipped and a request sent with the waiter to have the band play it again. That’s your poem!
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How devine this is! That closing parenthetical is icing on the cake – love it when a final line stops you dead in your tracks!
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Loved this! The meeting and the parting, quick and dramatic like a storm.
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This line leaves me breathless:
“earth flipped on her back
stared at daytime stars through leafy branches
and laughed”
Just so gorgeous.
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Nicely done! Love the images that added so much energy and meaning.
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It starts with a storming and ends with rain. Nice description of the intermediate laughter and the earth flipping.
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A lovely write, Victoria
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#dVerse Quadrille #Storm
That silence.
The storm within my head
Is now easing
You pummelled me with your words
Incessantly.
Dark clouds loomed
How you rained down
Your avalanche of abuse
all four seasons in one,
No more will I cower,
Cover my ears
That silence is now deafening.
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Oh the talent to be able to reply poetically like this. Bravo! And thanks.
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You are so kind, thank you.
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Very beautiful poem, Victoria. Quite an unexpected ending.
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beautiful
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