And we’re driven inside as the curtains blow in from the sea.

Everything stops and we wonder what’s next.

A time to make nothing.

A time to do nothing.

Nature gives an excuse.

Those are rare.

Stop returning letters,

stop working on your plans,

stop trying to see friends,

stop all those things you think are important.

It’s monsoon season.

Stay put.

Stay still.

Don’t be convinced to stinke out into the rain.

You won’t make it.

You’ll be driven back and have wasted that time.

That time you should’ve spent doing nothing.

Sipping coffee and watching the rain.

It’s some of the most imortant time.

The most important you’ll ever have.

That time when you do nothing.

Stay put.

Stop living.

Stop dying.

Stop fighting.

It’s monsoon season.