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If you have me, you want to share me. Once you share me, you won't have me. What am I?
People need me yet they give me away every day.
I am always around you but often forgotten. I am pure and clean most of the time, but occasionally rotten. What am I?
The thunder comes before the lightning, which comes before the cloud. The rain dries all the land it touches, wrapping the earth in a blood red shroud. What am I?
My days are numbered. What am I?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?