He has a visitor. He sees as soon as she enters that she's lovely; with her dress as it is and such a serene expression on her face, she looks like she belongs here as much as he does.

He isn't sure if he can answer her from all the way here. Generally the rain only works one way — he can hear and see others, but they can't do the same to him.

He'll give it a go, though. It wouldn't do to be rude to a lady. "It is," he answers to the clouds with a note of curiosity, hoping that by raising his voice, it might carry to her. "Hello, ma'am."