Shipwrecked

I am a man shipwrecked, 

afloat in the great wide ocean,

in only a little inflatable lifeboat, 

a couple of millimeters of plastic 

and some stale air between me

and the bottomless deep.

I am utterly alone, 

no signs of life,

no passing ships, or planes, 

and no drinking water.

The sun beating down,

stealing what little water 

that remains in my body, 

blistering my exposed skin.

When I have given up hope, 

you come to me, 

you are the rain 

sweet, cooling rain, 

slaking my raging thirst, 

a cool salve upon my burnt skin.