What about the gentle hush and soft light of snow, with its excuse to stay home and drink hot chocolate with cognac? The thrill of a roaring wind storm? The pure exhilaration of thunder (!) and lightning? The glowing colors and fragrance of spring rain? And even the dreariness of drizzle (although I do cop to having a hard time with The Darkness).
I'm blessed to have shelter, and so I have the luxury of taking issue with the limitations assumed when the weather is described as either good or bad.
I really love it all. Or, well, most of it.
I lived in LA for a year or two once. I felt oppressed by the eternal sunshine. I would have dreams of the rain. I could even smell it. And I'd feel almost unbearably sad when I woke up!
And now a quirk of mine is revealed.