I'm known to cry, but not for real. My flesh is wild, but have no gills. From my parts, adornments made. In coastal waters you should not wade.

I bring life back to dull and desolate lands. Millions of farmers the world over rely on me, and my various forms to fulfill their plans. In motion, I resemble a chasse. With my absence, you couldn’t click your pen in class.

An earthy delight on a rainy day, a smell may not be here to stay. What am I?

As a noun, I live at sea; but as a verb, you search for me. When something’s strange, just add a Y; you shouldn’t see me in the sky.

A fright, a scare, surprise creates me; a chemical to help you through. While those who live to seek adventure; are always chasing highs anew.