Answer:
The thunder comes before the lightning, which comes before the cloud. The rain dries all the land it touches, wrapping the earth in a blood red shroud. What am I?
I have roots that no one sees and I am taller than trees. Up, up I go, but never do I grow. What am I?
You buy me to eat, but never eat me. What am I?
People need me, yet they give me away every day. What am I?
I can fall off a building and live but in water I will die.
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.