Answer:
Although a human shape I wear, mother I never had. By every miss I'm valued much, still my cruel fate is such by boys I am often despised. What am I?
I am just two and two. I am hot. I am cold. I am the parent of numbers that cannot be told. I am a gift beyond measure a matter of course. I am given with pleasure when taken by force.
I go up when the rain comes down. What am I?
I start new then become old. Start clean but be one dirty. I usually start big then become little.
It flies around all day but never goes anywhere? What is it?
The warmer I am the fresher I am.