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I stay where I am when I go off. 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?
The more I dry, the wetter I get. What am I?
In prison I'll be found. But I would never go to court Unless there's more than one
I am a sharp looking horse with a flaxen tail. The longer I run the shorter my tail becomes.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?