You may find me in children’s books with my friend, Frog. I’m the wartier one of the two amphibians. Who am I?

Add honey before: I'm green and sweet. Add claw after: I hang above canid feet. When I am on the grass, Rain will not come to pass, On the morn of the day that we meet.

I arrive as promise, not as form, A brief display by light made warm. I trade in color for a task unseen, A quiet pact with wings of sheen. I’m praised, I pass, yet leave behind The means to repeat my kind.

I am a playful blend of earth and rain, a soft cradle for tiny prints, and the secret behind splatters on your boots.

Standing tall, a keeper of grainy secrets, where the harvest rests in a cylindrical embrace, untouched by time's hungry gaze.