The Wind pulled me forward as I walked
The Rain drove by and it seemed that it talked
As fast as it came, it was blown away
Its Words cut off, but they live today
I searched for those Words, every day and night
I searched the harddrive, byte by byte
I searched the city, door by door
I searched every room, and under the floor
The Rain Words were elusive, and the Wind was cruel
The last road was hard, tread by horse and mule
I found the Rain, too Windswept to weep
And now its quiet Words in my Book I keep
The Book is old now, its pages curled
The Words no longer lost to the ages of the World
The Wind can't find them where they lie
And no one goes hungry, because the Words are pi*
* This line will probably be changed eventually.