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What goes through towns and over hills but never moves?
Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies I scream in celebration Yet moments later my outburst through I am naught but imagination.
Always in you, sometimes on you. If I surround you, I can kill you. What am I?
What is harder to catch the faster you run?
What bone has a sense of humor?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?