Mark,

Years ago a sorcerer was paid to wave his magic wand over his loyal followers and give out good vibes. The wizard developed an exagerated view of his own importance and became greedy and demanding. When the door was slammed in his face, his pride was damaged, and he swore revenge. His spirit continues to appear and cast dark aspersions whenever the sun emerges from behind the clouds. He seems to believe that smoke and brimstone will keep the sun from shining. How sad.

-z