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My thunder comes before the lightning. My lightning comes before the clouds. My rain dries all the land it touches.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?
Long and slinky like a trout, never sings till it's guts come out.
I am free for the taking. Through all of your life, though given but once at birth. I am less than nothing in weight, but will fell the strongest of you if held.
Men have one, women two, and when they become family, itβs three. What is it?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?