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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?
What is easy to get into, but hard to get out of?
I come in variety of colors and am found almost year round. My house is tall and my only fear is the cold. What am I?
Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that never rust.
I begin your sentences.
It weighs next to nothing but no one can hold it for long. What is it?