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My thunder comes before the lightning. My lightning comes before the clouds. My rain dries all the land it touches.
Stealthy as a shadow in the dead of night, cunning but affectionate if given a bite. Never owned but often loved. At my sport considered cruel, but that's because you never know me at all.
What flies forever, Rests never?
Feed me and I live, give me drink and I die.
Who lives in a house with one bedroom, 50 hallways, and ghosts lurking everywhere?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?