One winter evening, while I was outside, a piece of paper suddenly fell on my head. There was a word written on it. Then another paper fell, and I understood something strange: one word healed, and the other one hurt.
I picked up the first paper and read it. I was very curious. It said, “When you grow up, you will have a very good job.” I felt very happy.
I was about to go home when another paper fell on me. The second paper said, “Soon, you will trip and fall.” I didn’t care and was about to laugh… but suddenly I fell to the ground.
After that, I went straight home. Then I realized this would continue again and again. Suddenly, a very good idea came to my mind. I went outside and waited for another paper to fall.
When it fell, it said, “Ask me whatever you wish.”
So I said, “I want this rain of words to stop.” Then I added, “After all, plants and living things need real rain, not words.”