I open up when rain falls down and close when skies are clear. I shield your head without a sound whenever storms appear. What am I?

I am full of stories but no one who lives there has ever done anything. I am quiet by rule and huge by design. Walk in and you can borrow the whole world. What am I?

I speak without a voice and draw without hands. I get shorter every time I say something. Sharpen me and I am reborn. Ignore me and I collect dust. What am I?

Floating high like a whisper in the breeze, a burst of color sways with ease. Its fragile skin holds dreams aloft, yet with a pin, its hopes are lost.

Drop in a coin and make a request, I’m a bubbly spot for a peaceful rest. I send water upward without any hands, The splashiest center in all of the lands.