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 march before armies a thousand salute me. My fall can bring victory but no one would shoot me. The wind is my lover one-legged am I. Name me and see me at home in the sky.
So cold damp and dark I am. To stay you would refrain yet those who occupy me do never complain.
I have a frame but no picture. I have poles but not standing up
u always follow me but I am rarely seen
The profession of Jimi Hendrix and Eric Clapton