Now it is raining
The leafs are laden with drops
Of water and nodding ceaselessly
Birds from inside their nests
Watch the dark clouds with their
Tiny eyes and shake feathers desperately
The chameleon slips down
The bark with the water drops and
Falls with a thud on the wet grasses
It turns its head up and down,
Shivers in cold. Rolls its beady eyes,
And disappears inside a hole in the trunk
It is raining in December now
Cold wind rattles windows and doors
Seeps in to rooms forcefully through cracks
Eyes go heavy under the blankets
As in rhythm with swishing of fronds
Rain releases music with tins and woods
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