Stress Being Rained On And Washed Away Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Outlaws being copied by a hillbilly band, dancers going around the dance floor, stepping to rhythms, keeping perfect time all through the night.

Music going round in colorful lights kicking up our hearts and taking us into the midst of a whole new experience tonight.

Different people, strangers and friends all having a great time leaving stress outside to be rained on and washed away into the darkness.

Not caring where it goes just as long as it flows away into the mountainous deserts in order to water all the cacti spread about.