I hold the clouds at your feet, but fade away in summer heat. Kick me once and I’m undone, a fleeting mirror under the sun

From gentle kiss to strength that kills My absence, all is deathly still

The rapper that likes big butts and cannot lie would really appreciate this kitchen device.

It's been around for millions of years, but it's no more than a month old. What is it?

Different lights make me stranger, for each one my size will change. What am I?