The more severe the precipitation the less one does. Errands are postponed. Day trips are canceled. Chores are forgotten. Scraping the exterior paint off the house is abandoned. Throw a chill in the air and any neophyte to accomplishing nothing well will excel. Thoughts turn to page-turners and steaming beverages. The verb “curl” jumps from every tongue, producing wistful longing in the reliable workers foolish enough to ignore Mother Nature’s intention for the day.  For them, the watering skies are drudgery causing accidents, gray skies and foul moods.

For we who do nothing, this weather is an affirmation, a justification, a call to inaction. The rest of the world has expectations of us. We are obliged to indulge in what they cannot. So curl up with a good book, sip a cup of deliciousness and enjoy. The Carpenters’ were wrong about rainy days and Mondays. Each drop is a reminder that we’ve only just begun.