ACT 1: A VISITOR
(STORMPILOT)

I don't fear the strangers who come at the midnight hour

they should know better than try to scare the woman

who sits watching for shadows on the clock

while the moon outside howls the alarm

ROSANA! ROSANA! ROSANA!

they've come

they're here

BEWARE THE STORM

Not because of its deadly winds or thunderous fury,

but because it's the preferred mode of travel by hitchhikers.
They are not like you and me. Motivations are unknown,

but strong enough to withstand the battering force
of a roaring engine, or even Mother Nature Herself.