I am the main ingredient in many shirts, socks, and under garments. To grow my crop, be ready to hunt some varmints.

I can clap and I an roll, but the lightning steals the show. What am I?

I am the land’s enduring vein, bringing life through the hills and plains. I carry trade and travelers far, until I meet the oceans’ arms.

I wear a coat of green, then gold, then brown, But no matter how I'm dressed, I'm always falling down.

I am a massive wall of snow that breaks loose from a mountain and rushes downhill with terrifying speed and force. I bury everything in my path under tons of ice and powder. Loud noises or warming temperatures can trigger me. What am I?