The gray-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night, Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light.
He drew forth a phrase from his treasure and spoke it softly to himself: A day of dappled seaborne clouds.
I wish to be an inspector of volcanoes. I want to study cloud formations and memorize the wind and learn by heart the habits of the ponderosa pine.
Who reports the works and ways of the clouds, those wondrous creations coming into being every day like freshly upheaved mountains?
Yon grey lines That fret the clouds are messengers of day.
Look, what envious streaks do lace the severing clouds in yonder east! Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day stands tip-toe on the misty mountain-tops.
It was the month of May and there was warm sunshine dripping through the holes between the clouds, like the sky was a broken blue bowl and a child was trying to keep honey in it.
a cloud-congested caul that is alternately red, orange, vermilion, purple. Sometimes the clouds break apart in great, slow rafts, letting through beams of innocent yellow sunlight that are bitterly nostalgic for the summer that has gone by.
We all know that a sky with clouds in it is much more interesting than one that doesn’t have any.
