Rain in Cracks

Like rain blown through a screen
you sprayed into my house
riding turning winds,
beady and spread,
as slippery as thin,

and asked me nothing.
Didn't you know

like patient cracks in walls
I have sat and worried,
have bullied and picked
an atom's edge
to break and spread the rift?

So ask me nothing.
Surely you know

the livid storm outside
will seep along hair lines,
fractures stretched to us,
brittle and wet,
and splay us with a gust.