Gray clouds, dewy day,
sun no where in sight,
it's raining in Kathmandu.
The end of December,
days are shorter and colder,
cosier wintry evenings.
Bonfire, musical nights,
barbeque and roasted potatoes,
hot cocoa for nightcap.
It's festive season,
new year approaches.
Rejoice, my heart, rejoice.
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