Quintilla Stanzas Poem by Nate Flying Owl

With the passing of midnight grim
I hear that sound of mighty vim
The bellow of distant thunder
And as it resounds, I wonder
Why must the lightning strike with whim?

As I stand, with my waking eyes
Maintained upon the darkened skies
I contemplate whether my form
Can weather the coming storm
How strong it can make me, how wise

With the embrace of night so black
So begins the fall of cold rain
A lightning step with thunder crack
Shares with me its flashing refrain
Over its verse my soul does rack

Deep within my heart do I hear
Crashing songs of this storm so wild
These booming lyrics in my ear
What is that the thunder fears?
Does it ever feel like a child?

Another bolt of lightning strikes
Speaking without the slightest heed
To any of man's laws or creeds
Ignoring king and wretch alike
It simply goes about its deed