Ugh.

After a nice winter and spring, I always forget that I hate summer. Every summer I'm reminded. It's the humidity. I don't mind the heat, but I can't stand the humidity.

AND IT'S ALWAYS HUMID.

Starting in May, every year, it suddenly becomes so hot and humid that you can walk outside and swing a tea bag and tea will fall from the sky.

On another note, I'm pretty sure that's an original description. My sister insists that she heard it in a folk song once, but I've done a thorough internet search and nothing has turned up yet...