Answer:
Brings the sky a lot closer.
They are toothy nocturnal immortals.
What get's more wet while it dries?
What has a head yet it never weeps, has a bed but never sleeps, can run but can not walks, and has a bank but not a cent to its name?
A cloud was my mother, the wind is my father, my son is the cool stream, and my daughter is the fruit of the land. A rainbow is my bed, the earth my final resting place, and I'm the torment of man.
What gets broken if itβs not kept?