Now the thick black clouds drew back like a curtain.

When they came out into the meadow, the moon was down behind the mountains and the gray clouds were drawing in.

To the Mouser it seemed that the cloud was drawing her along like a black sail.

In the mid- morning the clouds drew down lower, and it began to rain heavily.

He laughed, drew another cloud of smoke from his pipe.

The cloud came in and drew a curtain across its image.

The clouds drew together above them and obscured the hole again.

Now the cloud of dust drew nearer, and they saw that this was a great company which came up against them.

The dark came down soon afterwards, sweeping from west to east across the land as the clouds reached and drew beneath the moon.

The clouds had drawn in again, stealing the brightness from the day.