Answer:
I am natureβs way of applauding lightning.
Although a human shape I wear Mother I never had; And though no sense nor life I share in finest silks I'm clad. By every miss I'm valued much beloved and highly prized; still my cruel fate is such by boys I am often despised.
In your fire you hear me scream creaking and whining yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
Good memory, skin like the sea. A great beast I am, yet vermin frightens me. What am I?
Open me, and you can't see me without a mirror. Close me and you can't see me at all. What am I?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?