Rain is a modern cinquain, a five-line poem that – unlike many cinquains – doesn’t follow any rhyme or syllable count scheme. Please post your cinquain in the comment box below.

Rain – Modern Cinquain

Now rain floods the house to the ceiling and I
 think we are drowning but in truth, we are diving, and the deep
 is so dense but weightless, we learn to breathe underwater. Now,
 stepping outside, our feet touch the ground. Is this what baring 
 our eyes to the stars feels like? Blurring summer and winter?