Answer:
What can be measured but has no length, width or height?
A section of the calendar dedicated to mother nature.
What is always coming but never arrives?
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 belongs to you, but other people use it more than you do. What is it?
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?