The humidity hit , smelling faintly of expensive aftershave. The "storm" broke across every zip code simultaneously. 🕺 The Downpour
Martha threw her umbrella aside. It was useless now. She looked at Bev, who was already helping a handsome doctor out of a decorative shrub. The city’s "Mother Nature" had finally snapped, deciding that the world was far too lonely. The Weather Girls - Its Raining Men
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
varieties landed with heavy thumps in the business district. The humidity hit