Who am I, to you?

I often find it fascinating how, to some, I am the first light of dawn. To others, I am a dark foggy forest. A few would say I am the first snow falling so soft and quiet so nobody knows. I am a deranged hailstorm to many. I am also the bright summer sky some days. To few, I am all the colours of autumn combined. Often I am a blurry drizzle with a patchy cloud. 

A different version of me lives in different people's minds.

And I am all on a fine uneventful day.

To live; to complement and to contradict: is this how you would spell human to me?