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The more of this there is the less you see. What is it?
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.
There's not a kingdom on the earth I haven't traveled over and over and though I know not whence my birth yet when I come you know my roar. I through the town do take my flight and through the fields and meadows green and whether it be day or night I neither am nor can be seen.
Marking mortal privation when firmly in place. An enduring summation inscribed in my face.
I am lighter than the material I am made of. You see parts of me but more of me is hidden underneath.
I march before armies a thousand salute me. My fall can bring victory but no one would shoot me. The wind is my lover one-legged am I. Name me and see me at home in the sky.