Today, I want to tell a story about a very strange day. On this day, rain did not fall from the sky — words did. When I woke up, I looked outside and saw small words floating in the air. They moved slowly and softly, like feathers.
The first word that touched my hand was hope. It felt calm and warm. I smiled and stepped outside.
In the street, people were unusually quiet. Some of the words were kind and gentle. They said things like sorry, thank you, and you are strong. These words helped people feel better. I saw an old woman catch the word peace, and her face immediately brightened. A little boy held the word dream, and he began to laugh with excitement.
However, not all the words were good. Some were heavy and sharp. They said useless, ugly, and never. When these words hit the ground, they made people feel sad and weak. I tried to avoid them, but one word touched my shoulder. It said wrong. I felt tired and discouraged for a moment.
Then another word appeared. It was happy, and it helped me stand up again.
At the end of the day, the sky became clear. The last words to fall were stay and safe. I went home and thought deeply about what I had seen. I learned that words are very powerful. They can hurt people, but they can also heal them. That is why I want to choose my words carefully and use them to make the world better.