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My thunder comes before the lightning. My lightning comes before the clouds. My rain dries all the land it touches.
They made me a mouth, but didn't give me breath. Water gives me life, but the sun brings me death.
My love, when I gaze on thy beautiful face. Careering along, yet always in place, the thought has often come into my mind. If I ever shall see thy glorious behind.
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams dreamt, my merest touch brings laughter.
I have a face, yet no senses. But I don't really care, because time is of the essence.
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?