I'm sure I've told this story before, but in case you don't remember one of my fifty billion posts, it's worth repeating.
Water
is everything. I remember a drought...must've been 88 or so because I wasn't long out of school...and there was just no rain for I don't know how long. I lived in town at the time, and when it finally rained, from almost every house, people came out and just stood in it. Then we were all kind of hopping around in it, laughing and cheering...we were so happy. It was such a relief. It seems silly unless you've gone through a serious one, almost too dramatic. But it was real relief, and I remember that time acutely all these years later, because it was just...like, it's Ohio ffs. Where'd you put the extreme weather?
And those who watered their lawns somehow anyway were looked upon with disdain.