Answer:
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 begin your sentences. What am I?
I move without wings Between silken string I leave as you find My substance behind.
I am a small paradise surrounded by dryness and heat.
Blade to blade I always win My foe laid low and even. Yard by yard through thick and thin I'm busiest in season.
Keep doing me to avoid lens dryness