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There was a girl half my age when I was 12, now I am 66, how old is she?
Whoever made me don't want me. Whoever bought me don't need me. Whoever use me don't know me.
I am constantly overlooked by everyone but everyone has me.
The thunder comes before the lightning and the lightning comes before the cloud The rain dries all the land it touches wrapping the earth in a blood red shroud.
I march before armies, a thousand salute me. My fall can bring victory, but no one would shoot me. What am I?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?