I come in different shapes and sizes.
Parts of me are curved, other parts are straight.
You can put me anywhere you like,
but there is only one right place for me.
What am I?

When you say goodbye, I am what you need to tie.
I come as a couple and go wherever you run.
Who am I?

When you stop to look, you can always see me. But if you try to touch me, you can never feel me. Although you walk towards me, I remain the same distance from you. What am I?

My thunder comes before lightning.
My lightning comes before my rain.
My rain dries up all the land it touches.

Who am I?

Spelt forwards I’m what you do every day, spelled backwards I’m something you hate. What am I?

A finger goes in me. You fiddle with me when you're bored. The best man always has me first. What am I?

What is full of holes but still holds water?

You see me once in June, twice in November, and not at all in May. What am I?

Until it is measured, not known. Yet how you miss it when it has gone. What is it?

Take one out and scratch my head, I am now black but once was red. What am I?