Answer:
I drive men mad for love of me, easily beaten, never free. What am I?
I am a kind of coat that can only be put on when wet.
Tear off my skin. I won't cry, but you will. What am I?
cloud is my mother wind is my father.
What is harder to catch the faster you run?
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.