When I was growing up in Rhodesia, we used to have very hot tropical summers (about 35 Celcius and higher and we would have torrential rainstorms twice a day - lunch time and 4pm). The rain would come down so hard that you had to stop driving until it passed (about 1/2 hour) because you could not see past the end of your bonnet. About an hour later you would swear it had not rained at all, the earth was dry and baked looking again and all you were left with was the horrible humidity. We only really had two seasons there - Summer or Winter. Winter was the best time of the year for me. The temperatures were about 18 deg celcius in the daytime which is lovely, but the night time temperatures could drop down to about -10. Very frosty.
When I moved back to the UK, I fell in love with the changing seasons. There was nothing more beautiful than walking my kids to school in the morning through a hoar frost with the frost standing up on the garden walls like little plates of armour or catching sight of a frozen spider's web twinkling in the first light. And I always find it so amazing being able to watch the progression of green across the space of a few weeks in spring as the first leaves start to emerge on the Hawthorns. The changing colours of autumn are so magical, that is why I put the fairies into the Autumn fairies scrap I did, because autumn always seems such a magical time that it is as if the fairies come along and paint the trees and play with the leaves when the wind blows. Summer to me is just flowers and colour and mostly lazy sunny days.
I suppose not everyone looks at the weather/seasons in the way that I do and that is why I get so irritated by little old biddies who complain about the weather all the time. I just want to pick them up and shake them and say, "For heavens sake, death comes to us all far too soon and you are a long time dead. Open your eyes and take in the beauty around you and be thankful for it. Stop Complaining - you are wasting good energy". Love it or hate it, that's me.