I watch as the moon shimmers behind the dark, thunderous clouds, which indicate rain is forthcoming, probably by tomorrow noon or evening. But my mind is busy running behind Captain. His life, his family, his pain, especially. His story is left, but I already know how painful it's going to get by the end. Maybe I'll ask him to recite it when I'm already in a bad mood someday so I wouldn't have to cry several times a month.