I am the fault

why should I be mad at the rain when i am the one who opened the window again?! the storms had came the storms would go buni stayed silent watching the flow each time I told "no more no more" my hand betrayed me and opened the door now the walls are warm the wood have cracked from the countless rains I've let us attack why blame the rain for what it does it simply falls, it simply was the fault is mine I see it clear yet still I open the window year after year but for now I sit as the rains pour through tired but waiting.... for what I wish I knew!.......