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.
What is seen in the middle of march and april?
Even if you throw it away, it still comes back.
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.
He died for people's entertainment.
I am a room that has a roof but no walls. What am I?