"According to all sources," Bev shouted over the sound of falling loafers and heavy boots, "the street's the place to go!"
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
They didn't run for cover. They ran for the sidewalk. By midnight, the gutters weren't overflowing with water—they were crowded with bachelors looking for a place to dry off. For the first time in history, nobody complained about the damp weather. If you’d like, I can: Write a where the storm gets more chaotic "According to all sources," Bev shouted over the
figures began plummeting from the stratosphere. Rough and tough types fell like hailstones near the docks. The city’s "Mother Nature" had finally snapped, deciding
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varieties landed with heavy thumps in the business district.