Answer:
A man who was outside in the rain without an umbrella or hat didn’t get a single hair on his head wet. Why?
I have legs but never walk, I may have flowers but no soil, I hold food but never eat.
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams, my merest touch brings laughter
I can be written, I can be spoken, I can be exposed, I can be broken.
Stealthy as a shadow in the dead of night, cunning but affectionate if given a bite. Never owned but often loved. At my sport considered cruel, but that's because you never know me at all.
The warmer I am the fresher I am.