When Robert Heinlein was describing the behavior of a cat, in “The Door Into Summer”, which was going from one door of a farmhouse to the next outside door, looking for one that opened onto better weather, I was nodding my head in understanding.
I grew up here in Maryland, you see. When it was raining on one side of the house, by the time you got to the other to open the door, and had moved that far south or east, the weather could be entirely different at that door.
Rainbows had a habit of showing up around here like moths around an outdoor light. Almost half the time, they were wearing their garments inside-out, having gotten dressed in a hurry in the changeable weather.
Another Tennesseean once said to us, “You don’t like the weather here? Wait five minutes....” :)
My Ms Kitteh knows that when the rain is pouring down at the back door, at the front door the porch roof gives her shelter, so she immediately directs me to the front door as her alternate exit.