Everyday brings a tear somewhere.

Everyone knows when I am in a bad mood.

On good days I play games with children.

Constantly moving but always still.

Sometimes my tears burn.

The sun is my friend but I am its foe.

At night I am hardly seen.

Solid and liquid do not define me.

I cry till I fade away.

What am I?

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