Whenever I get asked what my favorite season is, I can never really choose just one. In Finland there are four very distinct seasons. Each with their own (not so favorable) reputation. Hail during midsummer? Not unheard of. A meter of snow in one night? School starts normally the next morning. Just switched to summer tires? -10 degrees celsius and slippery as hell. A long, wet, dark and depressing autumn? Exactly!
But regardless of all of the above, I look forward to each season every single year. Because you only realize the beauty in something when it is taken away from you. Luckily in this case, it comes back the very next year. Every season has much more to offer than their bad reputation.