Where I am, we had an absolutely wonderful year last year, weather-wise, with just a bit of rainy weather in the summer, and then mostly light, and the rest of the year didn't seem particularly wet or windy.
But this year, spring didn't seem to arrive until summer time. Now, suddenly, a few days ago, summer arrived.
I'm minded of a favourite exchange of experiences and views. Years ago, where I live, there were some get-togethers between Japanese people working over here and some of us who were learning Japanese. We tried to find out what we might have in common culturally.
One issue that came up was discussing the weather. People who'd lived and worked in a range of countries said that in quite a few countries, you basically get two seasons with predictable weather, so weather doesn't get mentioned much; whereas in Japan and the UK, it's very changeable so a regular topic.
When I feel surprised or grumbly about the weather, I remember deep snow when I was younger. We've had barely any snow at all for years where I am. Last year, we briefly had enough for kids to build small snowmen on their lawns. Yet I can remember it knee-high in spring.
Despite all that, I still find myself surprised, disconcerted, grumbly etc. over the weather.
That being said, although I'm really not keen on wetness or wind, my particular obsession is with how light it is. I struggle with dark. Ironically, it was better when my night vision was bad - if everything's dim, you don't notice when it's gone dark in the same way you do when there's a strong contrast.
