The I-20 Chronicles: Caught In A Storm, But Not Storm Chasing

 Still rolling down I-20 in Atlanta, it seems like I'm in Tornado Alley from Iowa to Texas...

It's raining in the ATL, high winds blowing!! caught in a storm, even metaphorically!! like OKC Thunder we're finding out how complex the sport is..

Coping strategies fail, whatcha knowing? Storm Chasers find out what the score will be, but we weren't with it.. 

Jokers "holla at us" rolling like Stormtroopers with phasers trying to case us, doing the devil's bidding...

So what's up? caught out in the storm!! a rainy night in Georgia? I *feel like it's raining all over the world* word from Brook Benton...

Dipping down I-20 in Atlanta, who'll understand a bruh? vision is not clear for some!!  at the Five Points MARTA Station some are still humming and bumming!! 

Slipping down rabbit holes, called ourselves avoiding the storm, O-Dog's in the dorm funky drumming..

Dealing with rabid souls took a toll on O-Zone: he was the host of ideas running through his mind per Scattered Thoughts!!  he collected some, others kept running...

Some find out he had soul, he had other capacities!! now he's got a message for ya.

During the ongoing storm? it's a hot one!! they said he's a hot mess, just call him the hot messenger.

Rolling down I-20 in Atlanta, a survivor of the storm that I wasn't chasing it found me!! it was a hot one per global warming, but  we've got a global warning for ya, spanning the globe brain storming, like you turned to the weather channel.!!

Rolling down I-20 in Atlanta, jamming!! strobe lights enhanced the disco inferno...who'll understand a bro?