Our Thanksgivings in the US have always cold and wet, and this year is maintaining that tradition without our presence.
But the natives are snug in Grandmother's house, so indifferent to the weather.
Lacking a local grandmother, I once made the mistake of introducing Mrs G to NYC by taking her there for the Macy's Thanksgiving parade.
Since then she has stubbornly refused to return, insisted that this great city is lacking in restaurants, deserted, cold, and rainy. So it goes.