"Pick a Word, Paint a Story #05"

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on Choose a word, paint a story #05
This is my essence

That day the sky began to fade from bright blue to gray. The special aroma of the drizzling earth filtered through the half-open window. A gentle breeze brings cool air to replace the heat of the sun. Soon, drops of water fell from the sky, dancing in the natural rhythm that only rain can create.

Behind the window of a small house, Amira sat pensively, watching the drops of water flowing like a small river on the window pane. He always likes rain. For Amira, rain is not just a natural phenomenon; It is a stage of memories that leads to living stories from the past.

Amira remembered her childhood, when she and her friends ran in the pouring rain. They laughed, kicked puddles and occasionally threw mud at each other. Her mother always scolded Amira after that, but somehow that anger never broke her spirit. For him rain is freedom.

However, today's rain is different. This time he couldn't run as freely as before. Her advancing age and her responsibilities as a housewife mean she can only watch the rain from afar. But his heart still trembled, as if the memories of his childhood appeared in every drop of water that fell.

Outside the house, a young man named Akbar rushes to save his small shop from the rain. He covered his belongings with a homemade tarp. Even though he was drenched, he didn't seem to care. Akbar knew that rain was a blessing, even if it sometimes brought challenges. He smiled a little when a customer came in to buy a packet of instant coffee and said the rain seemed warmer with coffee.

Meanwhile, at the end of the same road, a pair of small children were sheltering under a large tree. They don't have umbrellas, only plastic bags are used to cover their heads. His laugh seemed cheerful even though it was wet. They jump into the puddles, making small irregular splashes.

Rain unites all levels of life. He is the link between Amira's story behind the window, Akbar's struggle in his small playpen and the joy of children playing without worries. Rain is not selective. He gives himself to everyone, watering the arid land and freeing the air from dust and heat.

As night fell, the rain began to subside. Only the sound of the last drop could be heard from the roof and the leaves. Amira closed the window and brought a cup of hot tea into the living room. He sat in a comfortable old chair, remembering the meaning of the rain that day.

"Rain is life," he murmured softly. "It brings hope, togetherness and a chance to start over."

Outside, stars began to appear, peeking out from behind the slowly receding clouds. But for Amira the rain will still be her favorite, even though she knows that under the sky life will continue to flow, whether it rains or not.

The phrase was a simple but profound reminder to Amira. For him, rain is not just a natural occurrence, but a metaphor for life. Each drop tells a story of struggle: falling from the sky, hitting the earth and finally rejoining the earth to nourish life.

Amira took a deep breath. There was something soothing about the rain that night. He imagines that the water that fell that evening will now penetrate the earth, animate the roots of the trees and return as a river of life.

He looked out the window. A small puddle in front of his house reflected the light of the stars that were beginning to appear. The clouds covering the sky moved slowly, allowing some starlight to cover the earth. However, for Amira, the beauty of the starry night still cannot replace the charm of the rain.

Rain is everything. Collect memories, hopes and life lessons. Amira knows life doesn't always depend on rain, but rain always has its own way of giving meaning to life. With a calm heart, he closed the window, taking with him the new hope that the night's rain had brought. invite @bossj23 @anailuj1992 and @uzma4882 to participate in this context