For me, preferences are geared towards singular atmospheric states rather than seasonal generalizations.
I prefer torrential rain as well as cloudless, windy nights.
There are few sights more magnificent than viewing the cosmos from beneath the nocturnal branches of a swaying tree, it gives the impression of an universe locked in perpetual battle with an encroaching void.
Since then mountains and trees set against the sky have always enthralled me at dusk and nighttime, for the impressions of a divided existence persist, natural art of a paradoxical synergism.