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When they are caught, they are thrown away. When they escape, you itch all day.
Autumn leaves and bad bowlers wreak havoc on this
My thunder comes before the lightning. My lightning comes before the clouds. My rain dries all the land it touches.
Soft and fragile is my skin, I get my growth in mud. Iām dangerous as much as pretty, for if not careful, I draw blood.
Just head and foot yet never tires of dancing.
I am your mother's brother's only brother in law. Who am I?