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 always follow you around, everywhere you go at night. I look very bright to people, but I can make the sun dark. What am I?
I am as hard as metal, yet as flimsy as glass. I shine like a star, yet I am only a rock. What am I?
Whoever made me doesn't want me. Whoever bought me doesn't need me. Whoever uses me doesn't know me. What am I?
I am gentle enough to soothe your skin, light enough to fly in the sky, strong enough to crack rocks. What am I?
Break me and I am better immediately set and harder to be broken again.