soft raindrops roll down his face in the way his tears fell as he expels the truth. words create emotions - emotions shared by the ones we cry out to. the intentions weren’t to create pain, but that’s what it produced. a season of purging the truth. it hurt his hands as he gripped the shovel to unearth the past. the hole too deep to fill in back in. besides, it hurts too much to patch up pain with memories he can’t recreate. so as the rain falls, he’ll recall the episode of pain presumed and peace produced as he was covered in a shawl of his own truth.