Ship

Here I stand, Far from any land, On this ship, Thirst clawing at my lips. My throat dry, I curse the sky! As she spares not, Even a single drop. I see a spark, The clouds turn dark. The wind blows, Lightening is all she throws. I cry for a lifetime. But this time, I can only ask, For that is an easy task. The sky, Will she let me die? It is for the rain, That I cry in pain. Finally, She rains down her mercy. All I had to do was ask, Just that simple task.