Sudden Creative Storms 2 Poem by DM W

Initial inky rain drops of words
Gently fall, and form neat patterns
On weathered paper. So far, so good.
Soon pregnant black clouds will begin
To swell deep within the birthing - room. 
Sure, there will be chaotic storms.
Sudden downpours will drench
The brain's dry tissues. Consciousness will be
Blasted by the driving winds of chance.
Perhaps, if the gods are kind, there will be
Intermittent lightning flashes
Of pure poetic gold. O I can dream and live in hope!