Looking out my hospital window, I see puddles of rain formed across the desert. <br />Brown desert dirt being flooded, because the ground can't absorb any more heavenly water. <br />So calm and beautiful, yet desolate and forlorn, much like me inside, sitting alone in this room, listening to Chopin, wishing I could be home writing. <br />Although, then I would've missed the scene outside my window and this poem would never have been written.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/looking-out-a-hospital-window/
