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.
Goliath, The Jolly Green and Andre are all examples of this.
What goes up but never goes down?
No sooner spoken than broken. What is it?
What can you hold in your left hand but can never hold in your right hand?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?