Ask me my favorite kind of weather, and the honest answer is simple: it depends.
That may sound like a dodge, but weather has never just been about temperature to me. It’s about what that weather invites, what season of life it recalls, and sometimes even where I happened to be living when I learned to appreciate it.
Back when I lived in Georgia, I loved a snowy day. Snow there felt like an event. You stocked up on firewood, made sure everything was ready, and settled in knowing the fireplace was about to become the center of the house. There was something satisfying about watching the world slow down while the fire kept roaring inside.
Living in Florida changes that answer, because snow here is mostly a rumor — the kind of thing you might see once in a generation and then talk about for years afterward. I don’t even have a fireplace now, so that old winter ritual belongs to another chapter.
But Florida has its own weather moments.
A cold rainy day can be just about perfect if it means sitting under a blanket with Daryl, listening to the rain, and watching a good rom-com while the rest of the world feels muted outside. There’s something about rain that gives permission to stop, settle in, and enjoy being exactly where you are.
Fall may still come closest to being my favorite, though, especially when football season is in full swing. When I’m refereeing and there’s just enough cool air to remind you summer has finally backed off, football feels the way football is supposed to feel. Crisp air and stadium lights just belong together.
Spring has its own appeal too — that brief stretch when winter has loosened its grip but Florida hasn’t yet become an oven. It’s that narrow window where the air feels right, the days are comfortable, and you know you’d better enjoy it before summer comes barging in.
When I lived in South Texas, people joked that there were only two seasons: summer and February. Some years, Florida feels like it borrowed that calendar.
Maybe that’s why my answer can’t settle on one kind of weather. Some weather brings comfort. Some brings memories. Some simply fits the moment so well that you don’t want it to leave.
And maybe that’s what favorite weather really is — not one forecast, but the one that makes life feel especially right when it arrives.
Copyright © 2026 Doug DeBolt.
