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The sky over the city didn’t turn gray; it turned electric purple. Meteorologists scrambled, their Doppler radars spinning into a frenzy of neon blips. On the street, Martha and Bev looked up, clutching their umbrellas as the first heavy thud hit the pavement.

The humidity hit , smelling faintly of expensive aftershave. The "storm" broke across every zip code simultaneously. 🕺 The Downpour The Weather Girls - Its Raining Men

"According to all sources," Bev shouted over the sound of falling loafers and heavy boots, "the street's the place to go!" The sky over the city didn’t turn gray;

varieties landed with heavy thumps in the business district. The humidity hit , smelling faintly of expensive aftershave

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figures began plummeting from the stratosphere. Rough and tough types fell like hailstones near the docks.