Eight arms that reach through shifting sand, I hold the sea without a hand. I wear no crown, yet change my hue, And vanish in a sudden view. Though soft my form, I squeeze and slide, Where rocky ocean shadows hide.

When clouds grow dark and raindrops fall I rise above you, straight and tall I have no roof, yet keep you dry And open wide beneath the sky

Silky, sticky streams Form a pattern above your head, On ceilings, in corners, Or even above your bed. I’m spooky, I’m creepy, I’m altogether freaky. What am I? Just guess… Here’s a hint: I can be spiderless.

I am stuffed but never eat. I have a face but never speak. I am a man who was never born. I guard gold that's actually corn. Who am I?

A dirty haze coats the horizon, staining the skyline brown. On days where pollution is so high, you'll probably wanna leave town!