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Whoever made me doesn't want me. Whoever bought me doesn't need me. Whoever uses me doesn't know me. 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?
I am a million peopleβs wakeup call
I have six faces but not even one body connected, 21 eyes in total but cannot see. What am I?
My voice is tender my waist is slender and I'm often invited to play. Yet wherever I go I must take my bow or else I have nothing to say.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?