Rain Scented

A Poem by Kyla Ford

Destiny can smell rain.

When we walk,

her neck angles up

into a straight line -

her nostrils flare wide -

she parts her lips

to prophesy.

Skeptics need not apply.

Yes,

everyone can

smell rain,

but not like destiny can.

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Added on September 9, 2017
Last Updated on September 9, 2017

Lifelong person who writes poetry. Maybe not a poet. Short story dabbler. I'm a sucker for new experiences and old things. more..