Growing up, I defaulted to favouriting winter as that is the season my birthday falls in. I still love winter. But only when I’m at home in my bed, under my doona, watching TV or having someone to cuddle in with. I especially love it when it’s a rainy day. I love the rain. I love it even more when there is a storm. I love hearing the pitter patter outside my bedroom window.
I must say though, in my older years, I have grown fond of summer. I love the warm sun on my skin. I love the sand between my toes. I love the summer smells of freshly cut lawn, the smell of sunscreen, and I especially love the smell of rain coming in the summer. If I love rain in the winter, I love it even more in the summer, especially those late night thunder storms with lightening dancing across the sky. And lastly, I love the cool feeling of my bed sheets with the air con running while I fall asleep.
So I love both winter and summer, so long as the rain ties the two together. Just quietly though, I love summer more 😉