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4:52 PM EST, I am heading home. I-95 South, past Exit 30th The foggy pitch black sky opened And began pouring down thunder rain. In seconds, the highway was swollen under water. Then drivers shifted their cars to emergency mode And were cruising their shacking cars slowly and aerodynamically through the flood like a trained sailor on the deep blue sea Fighting with the violet wind and waves. Everything was pitch black, except for the dim Ticking and blinking Hazard lights. It's 4:54 PM. It stopped raining. The sky became crystal clear. Just like that, with a blink of an eye, In just two minutes, Everything changed back to normal again.
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Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 7:38 PM UTC
First day of summer 2017
4:52 PM EST, I am heading home. I-95 South, past Exit 30th The foggy pitch black sky opened And began pouring down thunder rain. In seconds, the highway was swollen under water. Then drivers shifted their cars to emergency mode And were cruising their shacking cars slowly and aerodynamically through the flood like a trained sailor on the deep blue sea Fighting with the violet wind and waves. Everything was pitch black, except for the dim Ticking and blinking Hazard lights. It's 4:54 PM. It stopped raining. The sky became crystal clear. Just like that, with a blink of an eye, In just two minutes, Everything changed back to normal again.
It was mad crazy on highway, driving under heavy rain like today.
Jobira
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Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 7:38 PM UTC
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