Its arrival was
Prompted with expectation, 
But, like new year’s resolutions,
Fraught and overwrought
With impossible destinations.

Almost expectedly, the skies
Clouded with ash
And the dogged rain 
Turned black;
Every footstep became
A baptism of fire. 

A great darkness now
Lingered on the land,
Where once great beasts
Strode with weary confidence, 
And evolution 
Was but a whisper,
Millenia away

From the Black Dog Rain.

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