Some people strain me from their OJ drink, yet without me many books would never see ink.

I carry water sand and more. You find me at the beach and store. I have a handle and an open top. Fill me up and do not stop. What am I?

I hold a flame inside my frame and shine a light through dark and rain. I hang on posts or swing in hand. I guide the lost across the land. What am I?

I have an eye but I cannot see. Thread me up and sew with me. I am thin and sharp and small. I mend the holes in clothes for all. What am I?

I open up when rain falls down and close when skies are clear. I shield your head without a sound whenever storms appear. What am I?