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 has two ends but no beginning?
I have one eye, See near and far, I hold the moments you treasure, And the things that make you weep.
I run cold and hot, I look blue but am red. What am I?
What is always coming but never arrives?
All about, but cannot be seen, Can be captured, cannot be held, No throat, but can be heard. Who am I?