Shawn: Now that you've become the new TV weather girl, you've become such a windbag. (Shawn opens the door and is blown severely) That's the first forecast you've gotten right.

I am listening to a girl talking about the weather in Canberra.

In Act II, with the kidnapped girl made to believe she is being kept in a hospital, Myra sings a bucolic aria about calm summer weather and other homey images.