Morning Rain

And just before it turned white,
the usual,reddish,hot and bright.
Before lets seek-a-solution
for bloody traffic, morning tea and pollution.
Even before my morning ablution,
only half awake, half filled
with half memories and
half-ly analysed reasons,
it rained.
I sent my five senses,
outside the fences,
unknowingly in a curious hurry.
I saw them quenched,
dripping drenched,
in the morning rain.