Remember When It Rained, Josh Groban

Yusuf

Yusuf was a good man. One can argue the morals of the others in the industry, but something else set him apart in the dreamworld: he was a nice man. Caring man. Serious girlfriend. Stable home. At least, at first. Over time, something changes. Maybe it started in the rain- maybe everything started in the rain.

It's dark. Clouds hide the Indian sun. Raindrops wash down his face like sweat. Three years later Yusuf has no girlfriend, pays no rent, wears designer suits. For the rest of his life he'll wonder why he assimilated- why he became a part of the culture that he always tried his best to skirt. Perhaps the call of an epic life was just too stirring to be ignored. He misses it, though- misses himself. Misses being a nice guy.

Now he travels as much as the rest of them. Still a good man, he thinks, but maybe not.

He feels the ache most profoundly when it rains.