Rain in Chatsworth announces itself over the mountains first — a gray shelf building east of town, then twenty minutes of warning, then the drop. Pregra works around that weather the way everyone here learns to, mowing between systems, trimming and edging while the ground is still firm, and clearing the yard debris the storms leave behind. A wet summer means the grass never really pauses, and the schedule has to bend without breaking. There's a rhythm to reading the sky and going anyway. The lawns come out even regardless of what the week decided to do.