See, I have yet to understand the mental workings of anyone who likes hot weather, or, indeed, summer. My ancestors came from England, and I am a fair-skinned female who wilts during this season. I listen to all the songs about wonderful summertime, and I think, “Yeah....oppressive, sticky, stifling heat; lack of rain; storms that take out the power; BUGS; step outside and get drenched with sweat. What’s not to like?” /s
rant off
Those of us raised in the swelter do love to tweak the noses of the faint-hearted. We live in the South because we like to breathe our air through a snorkel. We love the heat!
We love it even more when we can escape it at will.
I love summer and I feel much as you do about cold weather.
I was riding my bicycle a couple of days ago when it was over 100° (I will admit, that was a bit warmer than I like). The air conditioner in my car quit a few years ago, I never bothered to see why it stopped working, probably low of Freon.