This is really interesting. Again with the watery imagery, Mike... you sure have a thing for that, don't you?
I found myself in love with the almost-dialogue that you make in this poem between the he and the she. Made me think of a couple laying in bed at night before going to sleep, and just talking about nothing in particular in the meantime. Especially how it was all he'd said, she'd said.... rather than he said, she said. Made it seem more reflective. At the end, he awoke... not he'd awoke.
Divides the ending away from the rest. I just love the ending, it's so appropriate... some kind of vague interaction between people is shown, amongst all the images of rain. And the poem ends when one of them runs out of something to say.
Real neat. You saved it from awful.
Facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored.