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Create a from the perspective of a confused weatherman Turn this into a short script with dialogue

figures began plummeting from the stratosphere. Rough and tough types fell like hailstones near the docks. 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. Create a from the perspective of a confused

The humidity hit , smelling faintly of expensive aftershave. The "storm" broke across every zip code simultaneously. 🕺 The Downpour The "storm" broke across every zip code simultaneously

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.

varieties landed with heavy thumps in the business district.