Riddle: I am the future, all eventual decay; In death and destruction, I lay. Your habits of order to prevent my disorder, Only hasten my final hooray. What am I?
Riddle: Crack this riddle, take the prize; Cheat, and I shall know your lies; For I hide in your words, you see; A bond that begets your honesty. What am I?
Riddle: You will always notice my thunder before my cloudy skies. But do not stand in wonder, my floods will come and where they go everything surely dies. What am I?
Riddle: You'll rarely find me in the forest, and hardly want to in the desert. I'm deadly in flight, but I never dance on water without an audience. What am I?