I've been waiting for this weather all year

There are a few things that bug me. Not many, though. Having many things that bug me wouldn't contribute to my well-being all that much. But there are a couple. One is brainrot. Another one is when people assume that no one likes rain and so they complain about the rainy weather, expecting me to join in, yet all I can say is that I love it.

The truth is that I've waited all year for this weather. The dark, the rain, the wind, the chilly temperatures, the opportunity to wear a coat without sweating to death. I live for this kind of weather. I don't think I'd ever grow tired of it. If it was always this weather, with the occasional snowy Christmas, I'd be happy.

I wonder if liking the rain and the dark is a learned trait, or if some people just are like that from birth.

I also wonder if I can learn to love the other seasons as much as I love the fall. It would be so convenient if I could.

I also also wonder if I can somehow override the occasional dread I feel when I remember that autumn doesn't last forever and that soon enough it'll be winter again and the whole wait starts over.