Snow.
Rain.
Snow/rain mix.
Howling, biting wind.
Sleet.
Snow falling horizontally.
Slush.
Leaden skies.
Nobody comes here for the weather, but they are generous with the anchovies on their pizzas, and that counts for PLENTY.
And the gas is cheap.
And my family seems genuinely happy to see me, although I suspect that might have more to do with The Daughters than me.
Exile on Pain Street 
They are always happier to see the wee ones. It’s the only reason they had us after all, the anticipation of better dividends some day.