The sky's deep growl without a beast, followed by a dazzling feast. I'm slower than the light, hearing me will give you quite a fright.

I paint the fields in scarlet hue, my seeds top bread and bagels too. Yet from my sap strange dreams may creep, what flower gently lulls to sleep?

Invisible rain from your skin, a natural shower when heat's your kin; the gym's symphony when effort's in play, or when nerves dance in a stressful ballet.

It's been around for millions of years, but it's no more than a month old. What is it?

He’s the worst pirate you’ve ever heard of, But you have heard that he set slaves free. He traded his soul to the depth of the ocean, To pull the Wicked Wench from the sea. With Davy Jones he struck a bargain, Thirteen years to sail, then service to keep. Now name the small bird that shares a title, With the man who returned from the deep.