Clouds drifted away from a full moon, drenching the patio with soft lunar light.
The clouds were low and moving fast.
Across the lake, the beginning glow of from the late summer sun broke through the low clouds, signaling an end to the rain.
No one else would attempt to catch rays with the clouded sky and massive storm clouds in the distance!
Dusty glanced up at the sky, where the clouds had gone from black to slate.
The window overlooked the neighboring mountain, coated in white with clouds clinging to its peak.
Jule looked at the clouds, able to feel the gateway cracking with his newfound powers.
The moon was covered by clouds, and she crumpled the notes she'd taken.
The timing was propitious, as black clouds had begun to roll up the valley and gather above them, the advance guard of a summer shower.
It was a strawberry sunrise, topped with whipped cream clouds, a perfect sort of day until Dean was awake enough to remember Martha Boyd, lord knows where, escaping the law in a stolen twenty-year-old Buick, with a ditzy ex-junkie for a chauffeur.
The hidden sun was setting, and the white snow clouds glowed eerily, lit by the last rays of light.
She looked up at the glowing clouds, from which snow had begun to fall again.
As he emerged into the early morning sun, he was again surprised to see clouds already forming over the eastern horizon.
It was colder than usual, with the sun obscured by clouds, portending the accuracy of a forecast of snow.
It was barely evening but the darkening clouds and winter season begrimed the outside as black as a slum landlord's heart.
His favorites were "In His Eyes" from Jekyll and Hyde and "Chase the Clouds Away" by Chuck Mangione.
Upon entering the music room, she grabbed her throw pillow, sat in her usual chair and cooed, "Pleeeeze do that one about the clouds, the one you always lock the door for?"
The clouds were breaking up and the wind had switched around to the south.
Good Friday was exactly that - warm and sunny with only a few marshmallow clouds drifting overhead.
Normally, clouds hung around the mountaintop.
Toby clutched it and twisted in the branch's grip, until he could see the dark storm clouds moving slowly across the sky.
Toby shook his head and started forward again, wondering when Ully had lost his sense of humor. He led them in the direction where he sensed Katie, until night and clouds rendered the jungle too dark.
The late night storm had blown Wednesday's hazy whiteness east to New Jersey and the Atlantic beyond, leaving in its place a high pressure system, a sky painted deep blue and patched with just enough puffy clouds for contrast.
The weather remained ominous with dark clouds rolling in, pushed by an ever-increasing wind that churned the sky in threatening waves.
She sat down, leaning her back against the tree, and watched shadows from puffy clouds drift across the surface.
She stared up at the clouds angrily.
Within a couple of hours, clouds blocked the moon, and the snow began again.
A glance at the sky revealed darker clouds in the west.
Although a thick layer of clouds hid the sun, the air wasn't any cooler.
A jagged bolt of lightning pierced the angry black clouds, and she moved away from the edge of the porch.
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The top of that mountain is lost in the clouds, and when you reach it you will be in the awful Land of Naught, where the Gargoyles live.
Just above them, and almost on a level with their platform, were banks of rolling clouds which constantly shifted position and changed color.
Mother, what are the clouds made of?
The sun broke through the clouds and shone upon a vast, undulating white plain.
At first I was very sorry when I found that the sun had hidden his shining face behind dull clouds, but afterwards I thought why he did it, and then I was happy.
If, then, we would indeed restore mankind by truly Indian, botanic, magnetic, or natural means, let us first be as simple and well as Nature ourselves, dispel the clouds which hang over our own brows, and take up a little life into our pores.
A lake like this is never smoother than at such a time; and the clear portion of the air above it being, shallow and darkened by clouds, the water, full of light and reflections, becomes a lower heaven itself so much the more important.
At the same instant the sun came fully out from behind the clouds, and the clear sound of the solitary shot and the brilliance of the bright sunshine merged in a single joyous and spirited impression.
At that instant the sun began to hide behind the clouds, and other stretchers came into view before Rostov.