Phantom Raindrops

Occasionally
I feel
Phantom raindrops
Prickle my skin
When a storm rages
Past my window
Cold
Eerie
Easily deniable
With me
Tucked safely inside

Still
I wonder
Could it be empathy
For that which is
Being pummeled
To oblivion
Or something else
Entirely

Maybe solid
is more fluid
Then it appears
The mystery of life
A flash of lightning
Captured by
My imagination
Like goose pimples
Rippling across my skin

Perhaps it is
A yearning for
Something more
Something
Waiting to be discovered
Like magic unseen
Or faith

©2014 Jill Baker