Answer:
I am quick when Iām thin. I am slow when Iām fat. Wind is my worst nightmare.
What is so delicate that saying its name breaks it?
I march before armies a thousand salute me. My fall can bring victory but no one would shoot me. The wind is my lover one-legged am I. Name me and see me at home in the sky.
I think you live beneath a roof that is upheld by me; I think you seldom walk abroad but my fair form you see; I close you in on every side you very dwelling pave and probably I'll go with you At last into the grave.
There is one in a minute two in a moment and none in a thousand years. What is it?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?