I hold water, high up in the sky but when I fall it can hurt or you could even die. I can nourish, but to get me, it's not so easy to try.

My whispers travel where voices can’t reach. Obscure yet precise, I have secrets to teach. Repeated in patterns, though silent to most. Shapes and sounds, but invisible like a ghost. Everyone here can see my name, yet I remain hidden.

I can smell good, but I cannot smell. People use me to disguise themselves..

I can create height, but I cannot jump. People use me to bounce.

I’m small but sharp, I point the way, Yet I may guide with words I say. Leave me behind when thanks are due, In three short letters, I’m many things, too.