As I listen to the rain outside this morning I think about those white-noise machines of rain sounds, how soothing they are. Perhaps nothing is as relaxing as the sound of rain — unless it is rain you soon have to go out and brave.

It is the vicarious rain, then, the rain we listen to and watch, that makes us feel calm. It is the contrast between what we hear happening outside and what we know to be true inside — the comfortable, dry room; the tea just brewed, a good book at the ready. No need for boots, an umbrella or raincoat.

I’m almost convincing myself. Before it’s too late, I must finish this post, gulp down my tea, put down the book. It’s morning. It’s raining. It’s time to leave.

Not quite enough rain to need a canoe. But these days you never know.