We have had ourselves an arid spell in Philadelphia. Last year it was never brown, but this year things have begun to dry out. What you don’t get here, which leads me to conclude it is unusual for things to get this dry, is sprinklers. At least in suburban areas they are not waving, shooting or burbling, as in other parts of the country.
It is a friendlier place, you see. And today returns with long, penetrating rain to its accustomed ways.