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My thunder comes before the lightning. My lightning comes before the clouds. My rain dries all the land it touches.
What can be heard and caught but never seen?
A harvest sown and reaped on the same day In an unplowed field, Which increases without growing, Remains whole though it is eaten Within and without, Is useless and yet The staple of nations.
Only one color, but not one size. Stuck at the bottom, yet easily flies. Present in sun, but not in rain. Doing no harm, and feeling no pain.
If Teresa’s daughter is my daughter’s mother, who am I to Teresa?
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.