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My thunder comes before the lightning. My lightning comes before the clouds. My rain dries all the land it touches.
Describes a mysterious region and a stylish pair of shorts.
Dies half its life. Lives the rest. Dances without music. Breathes without breath.
What can be swallowed, but can swallow you?
What grows in winter, dies in summer, and grows roots upward?
I am your mother's brother's only brother in law. Who am I?