The smell of rain settled into her hair like a promise.
There was a monsoon today. When I got home after working I looked to my right and as my hair went over my shoulder I smelled rain. It hadn’t rained yet and no longer smelled like rain but I felt like the smell of rain should mean It was really going to rain. It was a cool thought I wanted to write down to use in a poem. Here is how I got there:
The <promising> smell of rain curled and folded into her hair; she smelled of spring
and a promise.