It Is Raining In December

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