I must be the person who likes Autumn, it's my favourite season. I like the slow descent into winter, the closing nights, the tick-tock of the heating system, the unearthing of coats and jackets from the wardrobe, the end of exposed toesyness in favour of boots. Winter is OK, but I'll admit it starts to drag, especially the British winters where it just rains, rains, rains. I like rain generally, there's nothing more splendid than a walk through a forest in the rain, but it has to be proper rain, not the constant slow water torture of the tail end of a British winter.
It's nice to have four seasons though. North America stutters between summer and winter, one day it's 30 degrees, the next -4. We always watch the Canadian weather in our house (there's an argument that this doesn't really help us prepare for the next day, but I know it's already snowing in upper BC and Alberta). In Britain we have a nice segue between seasons, they can sneak up on you. That's why you get the forecast refugees, standing there shivering on the platform at the station in shorts when it's 7 degrees and raining.
I'm not sure I could handle the tropics, where every day is hot, maybe a bit wetter, maybe not, but still hot.
