Watching the Clouds Roll By

parked at the side of a gravel road,
a Fat Tire beer dangling from the arm
of the camp chair, a book folded on my lap,
I'm watching the clouds roll by, listening
to thunder rumble in the distance.
it's hot and the shade from the van is
shrinking as the sun rises higher into
the sky, I wonder where he is and why
he was not at the bridge, sweat runs
down the beer and my face is damp,
my legs slightly sunburned, and
the clouds roll by, the rain shadow
moves slowly south pushing blue
sky ahead, leaving behind a landscape
washed clean.