Answer:
Squeeze me and I cry tears as red as flesh, but my heart is made of stone. What am I?
So cold damp and dark I am. To stay you would refrain yet those who occupy me do never complain.
I am a seed with three letters in my name. Take away the last two and I still sound the same.
The more you take away from me the bigger I shall get.
I am natureβs way of applauding lightning.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?