One day, something strange happened in the sky. Instead of rain, words began to fall from the clouds. People went outside and looked up in amazement. The words were colorful and shining. When they touched the ground, they did not disappear.
Some of the words were kind, such as “hope,” “love,” and “peace.” When people read them, they felt warm and happy inside. Sick people felt better, and sad people began to smile.
However, not all the words were good. Some were sharp and dark, like “hate,” “fear,” and “anger.” These words hurt people’s hearts. When someone heard them, they felt upset or angry. Friends started to argue, and some people even cried.
I walked carefully and chose which words to listen to. I covered my ears when the bad words fell and picked up the good ones instead. By the end of the day, the sky became clear again. I learned that words are powerful, just like rain. They can heal us or hurt us, so we must choose them carefully.