Answer:
I have cities but no houses I have mountains but no trees I have water but no fish. What am I?
I reach for the sky but clutch to the ground. Sometimes I leave but I am always around.
You write on me and secrets I can keep. In places never seen. I spin like a top. Though stiff as a board I'm often described like a mop.
Though I am only two words I have thousands of letters in me
My first is high my second damp my whole a tie a writer's cramp.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?