Playing God

It's funny how thunderstorms can inspire me....

It's funny how a thunderstorm can inspire me.
A flash of lightning and there's a new thought,
Zapping to me images and words that make the pen dance.
Swirling inkmarks paint a story across the backdrop of the mind,
Singing tales of love and woe,
Every note an experienced adventure.
Thunder growls, heavy in the sky
And I hear the words of God.
Yes,
Put it to paper.
Yes,
Give the page some life.
Create a being all your own and give it breath and make it real.
World's form round it's presence and from then on this thing lives.
Rain patters against the window panes,
Stuttering out a rhythm to play along with words scratching across lined pages.
And it is real.
And it is there.
A creation of my own,
That i may bask in with a smile
Because a thunderstorm inspired me
To be a God.