One of the very different things about New Home is that we get rain throughout the year.
This was not so in Old Home, where the climate was what is called "Mediterranean" (sadly, without the historic sites of Greece and Italy of course) and the rain all comes (almost reliably) between the end of October and the beginning of April (occasionally it runs to May). Inevitably there is a cooling in September, followed by one more round of heat, then the rains comes. If your garden is not planted by the first week of November things get too muddy and too wet pretty rapidly.
Here, we can get rain literally any time of the year.
Rain here is also different. In Old Home, rain comes down in a steady sheet, sometimes for the day (or days). In New Home, it dumps, heavily and randomly and for durations. Seldom have we had a day where it rained from morning to night; often have we had a day in which it rains six times.
It has its benefits, of course. Since moving here, one of my great "contests" is to see how little I can manage to have to water my lawn in summer (I know: it is a lame game. This is my life.). There have been years where I have not had to turn on the water during the summer; there have also been summers where I did nothing but water and watch my bill go up.
(For those that wonder, we live in one of the dreaded Home Owner's Associations. While ours is fairly quiescent, they do have expectations of outer appearances, and dead lawns are not one of them. I try not to attract attention).
One of the unanticipated things about rain in hot seasons is how it cool things down - for a time - and then the heat cranks right back up. This was a change for me when we first arrived: when it rained, it was supposed to be cold and stay cold for the duration. Imagine my surprise when, two hours after rain, it is as stupidly hot as it was before.
A Cruel Joke, I cry out.
Shut up and enjoy your water, the clouds cry back.
Which do I prefer? I am not sure I have an opinion. The variation, to be honest, is nice. And having access to water (or given the year, potential access to water) all year is a great boon. But there is something about a steady sheet of water coming down, being watched from inside in a chair with a book and warm mug of hot drink, that is not replicated by the sounds of downpours.