When you live in Michigan, months where snow isn't on the ground are pretty rare. Having lived in Michigan my entire life, I can positively say that my favorite seasons are the ones where there isn't tons and tons of snow covering everything.
Here, spring is a horrible mix of winter and rain and sunshine, and the perfect Spring-like weather we Michiganders always hope for is only a myth. Summer is so hot and humid that you would rather set yourself on fire, and fall is, well...fall. The leaves on the trees shed their lively green color for that of flame, and they sink to the ground to find a final resting place, where they'll remain until we feel like raking. The weather is more perfect than it is any other time of the year (and far more bearable, too). However, the one thing about fall (apart from only lasting two months) that makes it hard for me to enjoy completely is that Fall is the bringer of winter.
As soon as the leaves start changing, I can't help but dread the coming of months of horrible cold and NEVER ENDING snow that make me second-guess why I still live here. In the cool air of fall, you can hear the whispers of winter carried by the wind, and you know that one day, it will start snowing, and it won't end until May rolls around. If only fall wasn't followed by the frozen Hell that is winter, I would be able to sit and enjoy it peacefully.
