Elizabeth Waweru

I love to dance and twist and prance, I shake my tail, as away I sail, wingless I fly into the sky. What am I?

Sometimes I am loved, Usually by the young. Other times I am dreaded, Mostly by the old ones. I am hard to remember, Also hard to forget. And yet if you do, You'll make someone upset. I occur every day Everyone has to face me. Even if you don't want it To happen; embrace me. What am I?

I am weightless, but you can see me. Put me in a bucket, and I'll make it lighter. What am I?