Well in April we were wishing for rain, and we got some, and it was enough (we don't need much around here - very wet ground)
Then a week ago BH started to talk about cutting grass.

So it's all our fault, we're very sorry.

BH has a plan that we should emigrate to Africa or somewhere where they have drought. We would buy as much land as we could afford. The rain would follow us as we appear to be rain gods. The land would bloom and blossom and make us heaps of dosh.
Any more summers like the last 4, I'm going to take him up on that...