|Big as a biscuit, deep as a cup;
even a river can't fill it up.
Question: What is it?
A cloud was my mother, the wind is my father.
My son is the cool stream.
My daughter is the fruit of the land.
A rainbow is my bed.
The earth is my final resting place.
I'm the torment of man.
Question: What am ?
I am terrifying and fear inspiring.
The physical world cannot touch me.
When I am finished, you might not remember what I did.
Question: What am I?