Answer:
A cloud was my mother, the wind is my father, my son is the cool stream, and my daughter is the fruit of the land. A rainbow is my bed, the earth my final resting place, and I'm the torment of man.
What is always coming every day, but never arrives until the next?
This sparkling globe can float on water. It is light as a feather, but ten giants can't pick it up.
Something you carry while singing.
This patch of land stands alone
I repeat only the last word you say. The more I repeat, the softer I got. I cannot be seen but can be heard. What am I?