I have no idea.

Spake the wind and the rain,
blowing down upon the forlorn youth,
"Why look you sad this great day?
Why lookest thou so bereft?
Know you not the joy of
the wind and of the rain?
The joy we have been given to blow,
the joy to fall and to splash?
Has not your creator so given
unto you the same joys of life?
The sun thou hast, the calm and storm,
and so too the breath of spirit!
Be you happy and rejoice!"