People need me to fall I can sound like time of kings, or even steering horses, but I’m really one of weather’s major forces.

I live in the sea but I’m small, not tall, With a bend in my body, I’m curled like a ball. Red when I’m done, in water I swim, What am I?

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.

Scores of heads in a great wide field Patiently greening with time 'til the yield From dense rosettes to loose and oblong Arranged in rows for the reaper's song

From green to gold as days progress, a yellow-curved smile you ingest.