The South may have four seasons but they are probably not the Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter what you are used to.
Much of our weather revolves around Rain.
End of August, September and October – Rain. Muggy and Warm.
November, December, January and February – Rain. Cold and Chilly.
Of course to break it up, there’s the dreaded wilting, steamy, soul-sucking heat of June, July and August. With occasional Rain. After all, it’s hurricane season.
Ah, but there’s also the super-elusive, but mind-blowingly fabulous Spring that’s almost gone before you blink, but worth it all for sheer beauty. It happens for about five days, sometime in March, April or May (depending on latitude) and for that brief time the world explodes in brilliant floral life.
And then it Rains. And washes away the blooms.
Lazy days in mid July
Country Sunday mornin’
Dusty haze on summer highways
Sweet magnolia callin’
But now and then I find myself
Thinkin’ of the days
When we were walkin’ in the Alabama Rain
Jim Croce – Alabama Rain Lyrics | MetroLyrics