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

I share the blood of dragons, yet lesser in might, Two legs bear my body, two wings lift my flight. My tail is a weapon, my shadow brings fear, Name me, and know that my kin are not.

Born of storm and secret flame; I guard the old, forgotten name. Crowned in fear, I do not die; but my presence scorches the sky. What am I?

In murky waters, I quietly dwell, with a powerful bite and a sturdy shell. My jaws snap tight with a fearsome might, what am I, lurking out of sight?

We rise from the pond on a warm spring day, Far too small for a knight to slay, Flitter and shimmer like fairies at play, While keeping the backyard vampires away!