"It is. It really is." And if there happen to be tears mixed in with the rain water getting into his eye sockets, that's just gonna be a problem for later Johnny. He doesn't recognize the man's voice, but it sounds like someone who knows in a way most people (to their own fortune) never will. Johnny's sense of smell is keener than it used to be, and he's still trying to figure out how to navigate this place. So after another moment of enjoying the rain, and a deep sigh, he lowers his head to regular conversational levels and speaks up again. "This might be a weird question, but... is there a bakery nearby? I think I smell bread."