Answer:
I am natureβs way of applauding lightning.
If a man carries my burden they will get crushed to death. Though not rich I leave silver in my track.
What is always in front of you but can't be seen?
What gets broken without being held?
Lighter than what I am made of, more of me is hidden than is seen. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?