In different times this is how I put down my rhymes, I have keys but they open no locks, I have space but nowhere to put a box what am I?

I can hold your kitchenware, your collectibles, or, if you prefer, your politicians.

Large, small, abstract or concrete, there's a word for everything, even a word for ...

I stretch but never walk, hold outfits yet never wear them. I work best outdoors, hate rainstorms, and leave cloth hanging when my job is done. What am I?

I speak without a mouth and hear without ears. I have no body, yet I come alive with wind. I can run but never walk, Have a mouth but never talk. I can drown you, yet I have no lungs. Break me, and I grow stronger.