There were four other similar incidents and in each one, ... in each one, it rained. Like it did today. Curious.
Sometimes, no smoke and mirrors are employed; one simply vanishes in plain sight. Yes?
To us, maybe. To them, not so much. Easy peasy.
All for one and the one for the oneself. Such was the plight of this particular coven. My first cinquain. 😉
This turned out more like a riddle than a supposedly haiku 🙂