Storms, especially lightning storms. They're rare here and seldom have ground strikes, so I consider them lovely rather than something that's terribly hazardous like they might be in other parts of the world.
Those sudden, blustery winds and downpours followed by sun and rainbows. If they're fast and hard enough, sometimes I can smell the ocean in the westerlies.
The contrast of dark-bellied clouds and bright blue sky.
Glorious heat to bask in one day, sweet coolness the next.
The first flights of bees at my tiny heather blossoms and pussywillow blooms.
Daylight stretching and opening up so fast it seems unreal. We'll be gaining over an hour of daylight in a single month.
New leaves. Bright greens, yellows, pinks, reds, purples, sometimes draped like lace, sometimes sharp and clean, always beautiful.
And I love spring fever. Even the goats kick up their heels and dance in the field.
I love spring.