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My thunder comes before the lightning. My lightning comes before the clouds. My rain dries all the land it touches.
What has roots as nobody sees, is taller than trees. Up, up it goes, and yet never grows?
My prefix is food. My suffix is rude. My infix comes in rounds. I keep you off the ground. What Am I?
What goes in, but never through? I've got some and so do you. We might lend one, or even two, but only if our trust is true.
What liquid can contain the soul?
Both old people and owls are said to be possessing this trait