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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?
Cloud is my mother, wind is my father. What am I?
My flavors ranges from strawberry to toe.
A dragon's tooth in a mortal's hand, I kill, I maim, I divide the land.
You seek me out when your hunger's ripe. I sit on four legs and smoke a pipe.
The answer I give is yes, but what I mean is no. What was the question?