she's the smell of rain right before it touches me. right before life opens up, it anticipates her presence. there's something about the distant clouds that gives me chills. when you are separated by reasons why you can't be together you look for anything symbolizing the other in hopes of connecting again in some way that makes sense to give you comfort. distance is a word that was created to give people an easy way out though some are brave and mad enough to try. even during the storm. those who are deeply rooted stand tall and i know my feet will never leave me before or after it passes. at the end of each rainbow you see you will find me searching for you. reality is what we sacrifice to have and i will do whatever it takes to make you smile each morning as we talk about those times we saw the other in the things we love. zachry k. douglas