Weather as a mood
Rain on a window is one of the few things that improves with attention. Most spectacles shrink when you look closely. This one deepens: the track of a drop, the way it gathers others, the small decision at the sill.
I used to think weather was scenery. Now I think it is an instrument that plays on the body — a low string you feel before you hear. That is why the same room can feel generous in sun and accusing in rain.
Which is not a reason to move. It is a reason to notice what the room is doing to you, and to decide whether to agree.