writer's craft prose

We did some freewriting in writer's craft the other day, which included the prompts of:
it's more difficult than you think/
quiet rain/
senioritis/
lost things

I decided to push myself and use all of them, and this is how it ended up (I feel like my style has become more and more fragmented and post-modern these days)

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quiet rain against

cold fogged window panes 

of glass, 

spring day calling for 

us to stop 

looking outside and listen 

to the pattering of 

pencils against paper 

and the shush of 

teachers muttering behind 

closed doors

but we are lost

motivation lost

consciousness lost

to the sounds of water 

and promises it'll be 

over soon.

we had vowed to

ourselves on a sunny day that 

"of course not, that

wouldn't be us"

but it's harder than you think to

not fall into that

lull.

but perhaps it's 

for the better, 

so we can kick and 

dip our feet 

into different puddles 

before deciding to dive 

deep into one 

or two 

or more 

not having to come up for 

air because quiet 

water never 

hurt anyone and 

we'll always be able 

to surface when we 

want

and even if we 

can't those 

currents and undertows will 

carry us to 

awesome/awful 

unknowns and 

that's where we are:

on the brink of known 

and unknown, 

feeling water on our skin but 

dry land under 

our toes; 

quiet rain against 

our windows 

calling for us to look 

outside and 

beyond.