Sunny, breezy, not too hot. Weather that permits the opening of windows.

I also like a steady rain. I don't feel so guilty for not being outside, doing something.

It can be as hot as it wants to be if I am near water.

I can adapt to almost any kind of weather, but I want to the weather to vary. More than three days of just about ANY kind of weather bugs me. The situation you describe, hadjiboy, would really have me craving a sunny day.

I guess I'm just a product of the southeastern U.S., where we can have three different kinds of weather in the span of a day.

What I disliked most about living in Southern California was the lack of variation in the weather. What I loved most about living in Texas was the wild mood swings of the weather. Like BoPo, I want variation in the weather. When I left Texas, I remember the relief of feeling freed of that relentless, huge, blazing sun that shattered the sky even in thunderstorms.

Here, in Chicago, my favorite days are the bright sunny cold ones when the season is changing (whether that means the grass and flowers are poking up green or are withering and covered beneath fallen leaves) and the deep grey dead ones when the snow is soft and fat and the Lake looks like the north sea.

I'm constantly craving warm. When everyone else is sweating or saying how hot it is, I'm just about right.

I'm ALWAYS cold except when it's close to body temperature. I figure that I must be reptilian. (Didn't evolve much did I?)

So, I like warm/hot sunny days.

I'm like crush-onastick: I like bright, sunny cold days. Ones that I can bundle up warmly and still head outside. No wind, please.

I also like the long lingering days as summer slips into autumn, but it's still warm during the day (although cool in the evening). The light is getting longer and more yellow and everthing seems softer. It's right about then that I start anticipating winter and warmth and cozy sweaters and hot chocolate, while still enjoying the nice days.

I should probably move back to Palo Alto, CA, because I thought the weather there was perfect.

Slightly overcast, but not dismally so. Warm soft breezes.

A warm, hard, steady rain. Really.

A high summer day, bright, deep blue sky, warm but breezy, high pressure with sparkly water in the distance and a very few fluffy white clouds.

Partly cloudy, decently hot/warm in the sun, with a cool breeze to break it up. Or a rainy day, where the rain is warm and everything is just really relaxed; it's not raining too hard or barely raining at all, right in the middle. As far as a winter day, snow. Lots and lots of decently sized snowflakes falling at a not-at-all-alarming rate. No wind, so it's so still you can really appreciate just how muffled all sounds become.

But like BP, I'm really down for any weather so long as it changes frequently enough.

Anything but hot. I love crisp, brilliant, sunny days; I adore wild, stormy weather, I like snow, wind, rain, thunderstorms, clear and sunny, billowy clouds... it's all faboo. Except for hot, when I wilt and die.

I like hot days. I even like humidity. I always want it hot enough to be able to dine/watch baseball outside.

Good ones.

I hate the heat, anything over 80F/27C is too hot. Perfect would be 75F/24C, mostly clear with big fluffy clouds, a light breeze. It can even be a bit warmer if it's a cool breeze. I don't like humidity, 30-40% is good depending on the overall weather.

I like it when it's perfect for whatever I will be doing. Cold and crisp and clear when I want to bundle up and go for a brisk walk. Soft and rainy and glowy-gray when I want to sit in a cafe with lots of windows and listen to jazz music and read a book. Hot humid and sticky when I want to sit outside on a summer evening in a spaghetti-strap sun dress and drink cocktails with friends. Hot and dry and blue skies when I want to hang out in the backyard or leisurely explore a city. Snowy and soft when I want to curl up in front of a fire and not leave the house at all.

very early fall... when it's maybe 80 at the absolute most during the day, and dips down to the 50s at night. When you can finally start sleeping under blankets again without sweating, and it's still nice enough to have the windows open all day for a breeze.

god I can't wait.

In Oneonta, NY, where I used to live, we had the perfect summers. The temperature never got past the 80s, and you could live without air conditioning -- just ceiling fans and open windows. The swimming pool didn't open till mid-June (as opposed to Memorial Day (end of May) in the Midwest. Some mornings were down to the low 60's. I loved that weather.

Now that I'm back in the Midwest, my favorite days are early autumn as Kelly describes, or late summer evenings just before a thunderstorm.

I even like thunderstorms sometimes, if it's nighttime, and I'm indoors and don't have to go anywhere. Out in Oneonta, at the foothills of the Catskills, the thunder would echo around the circular valley the town was in, and I was reminded of Washington Irving's description of the odd little men bowling in Rip Van Winkle. The thunder sounds like that in the Catskills. But I think I like midwestern thunderstorms better -- especially the "gullywashers", where the rain sends sheets of water down the streets.

I only have one rule concerning this:

FUCK BEING COLD.