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I'll bring out your bulls and slow your roll. I may even come out of your skull.
The thunder comes before the lightning and the lightning comes before the cloud The rain dries all the land it touches wrapping the earth in a blood red shroud.
I'm a god a planet and a measurer of heat. Who am I?
I look like a tiny trombone
I run through hills. I veer around mountains. I leap over rivers and crawl through the forests. Step out your door to find me. What am I?
I break away from my pack. I create holes in my victims. I can travel for miles and then disappear. I am part of a dying breed. What am I?