Answer:
Cold head and feet; round as a ball; always turning around myself.
It's in your hand though you can not feel it. Only you and time can reveal it.
I am a shower that lights up the sky
Squeeze me and I cry tears as red as my flesh, but my heart is made of stone. What am I?
I am a kind of coat that can only be put on when wet. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?