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I have fangs and enjoy piecing holes with a single bite.
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 has roots that nobody sees and is taller than trees. Up up up it goes and yet never grows?
Two in a whole and four in a pair. Six in a trio you see. Eight's a quartet but what you must get is the name that fits just one of me.
I fly when I'm on and float coming off.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?