Born in the dirt before the dawn of man I shake the mountains where I stand. I drink up rivers with my thirst, Of all God’s beasts, I am the first

After the clouds have had their say, I paint the sky, then fade away. What am I?

I tap on your window, dance on your roof, and disappear into the ground. What am I?

Hood held high and sleeves held wide, I let the falling stormwater slide.

I shade the banks where waters glide, with trailing branches stretched out wide. The fiercest winds may make me bow, yet here I stand beneath them now.