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My first though water cures no thirst my next alone has soul and when he lives upon my first he then is called my whole.
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?
So simple, that I can only point. Yet I guide men all over the world.
What can be drawn but never taken?
What has a neck but no head?
Whoever made me don't want me. Whoever bought me don't need me. Whoever use me don't know me.