My thunder comes before the lightning; my lightning comes before the clouds; my rain dries all the land it touches. What am I?

My first six are snake-like and turns you to stone. Last four a Marvel villain with a German tone. Together a cheese with a strong taste, but I need to come from a specific place.

I stood before radar, before radio's call, a steadfast guardian through tempest and squall. By flame, by lens, by electric might, I pierced the dark with guiding light. What am I, watching each night?

I’m a giant wave that refuses to behave. I roar to shore, an ocean’s rave. Too wild to surf, too fierce to play, when I come crashing, best run away.

I end each day with a crimson crest, You’ll find me only facing west. A fleeting glow you won’t forget, Who am I, this painted silhouette?