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.
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.
What is yours but only used by others?
If someone calls you this, it might be time to consider hot wax
What can you never get rid of when you lose it?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?
Easy
Animal
Difficult
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?