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.
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figures began plummeting from the stratosphere. Rough and tough types fell like hailstones near the docks. The sky over the city didn’t turn gray;
It wasn’t a raindrop. It was a 6-foot-tall man in a tailored tuxedo, landing perfectly on his feet and adjusting his cufflinks. 🌩️ The Atmospheric Shift systems gave way to high-testosterone fronts. it turned electric purple. Meteorologists scrambled