[realization dawns on him: her joy is monumentous, a phrase which here means at least equal to, if not stronger than his grief.]

It's your emotions. I knew they had an effect on the environment, but this is phenomenal. I suppose you're literally at one end of the rainbow, miss.

[his raincloud finally pulls itself together and just hovers, unobtrusive and dry, above his head. he folds up his umbrella and leans on it like a walking stick]