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Today he is there to trip you up. And he will torture you tomorrow. Yet he is also there to ease the pain, when you are lost in grief and sorrow.
My thunder comes before the lightning. My lightning comes before the clouds. My rain dries all the land it touches.
What doesn't get any wetter, no matter how much rain falls on it?
I am never quite what I appear to be. Straight-forward I seem, but it's only skin deep. For mystery most often lies beneath my simple speech. Sharpen your wits, open your eyes, look beyond my exteriors, read me backwards, forwards, upside down. Think and answer the question...
Ripped from my mother's womb. Beaten and burned, I become a blood thirsty killer.
How do you know if a sniper likes you?
Difficult
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?