While he still gazed upward, into the deep arch of the firmament, and had lifted his hands to pray, a cloud, though no wind was stirring, hurried across the zenith, and hid the brightening stars.

In the sky, the clouds hurried south.

Black clouds hurried across the sky, and the trees moved wildly in the wind.

The rain blew down the street in desolate great gusts; low over his head the grey clouds hurried past.

The walls were so near to one another, and the wild clouds hurried over them so fast, that it gave him a sensation like the beginning of sea-sickness to look up at the gusty sky.

A black cloud hurried over the sky.

Threatening clouds and the smell of snow hurried their departure; they had no desire to be caught by the first real blizzard of the peninsula's northern winter.

Up above me, in the early darkness, the clouds hurried like black phantoms on their way to a ghosts' gathering.

From the horizon to the zenith, light vapory clouds hurried through the upper air, driven by a refreshing northwesterly breeze.

Ragged clouds were hurrying overhead, dark and low.