Answer:
I have four wings but cannot fly. I never laugh and never cry. On the same spot always found, toiling away with little sound.
I have rivers without water. Forests without trees. Mountains without rocks. Towns without houses.
I can move even when you are still. I can be one or many.
A word I know, six letters it contains. Subtract just one and twelve remains.
My thunder comes before the lightning. My lightning comes before the clouds. My rain dries all the land it touches.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?