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.
There is one in every corner and two in every room.
A person who chews the ends of their fingers
Often wandering the streets, this group of people cannot afford to be choosers.
What goes up when the rain comes down?
I am the fountain from which no one can drink. For many I am considered a necessary link. Like gold to all I am sought for, but my continued death brings wealth for all to want more.