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

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.