Four Seasons

One of the many many things I hated about living in Los Angeles was the lack of seasons. You had varying temperatures, sure, but different actual season, not a chance.
I've been living in Massachusetts for about a year now and have had a chance to witness a full cycle of Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter.
Today, it is most definitely Spring.
Not the happy flowery Spring of Easter cards and May Day Fairs, but the midday rainfall, violent rebirth Spring. That is just the sort of Spring I love.
There are times for gentle, delicate weather. The cool breeze gliding across a blistering summer day or the quiet stillness of a street after a night full of snow. But there times for the savagery of the season: the moisture heavy 1oo degree heat of a summer day and the night lit by sheeting snow. Or, as it is today, the teeming rain that helps make the world green again.
I would take the extremes of heat and cold for the rebirth of Spring or decay of Fall. Any day.