In genetic whispers, a legend's clone, psychic prowess in battles shown. A creature crafted, not from birth, with a tail like a whip of cosmic worth.

I appear in a cloudburst, but I am not a cloud. You might see me in small drops, though I can vary in size.

Yellow, red, or black, In your mouth I leave no slack. One hard core I sometimes share, But juicy flavor always lingers there.

I sleep in winter or children's arms, I can be found in the stars, the snow, the mountains, and more, I am famously protective of my children

I am barrier, I am balance I am bound for life, I am shed away I am kin to the coldest of blood