The paper was wet

A word wrote itself;
A thought screeched his heart;
A beat challenged his feelings;
An air of solitude rushed in his blood;
A cry was heard among the clouds;
A roar identified itself in the thunder;

A moment of distraction;
A welcome into reality;
He looks out of the Window.
He looks back onto paper.
It was raining outside indeed.
Somehow the paper was wet.