But all was peaceful: the Moon had set, and only a few clouds rode high upon the west wind.

On the second night northward there came a hail-storm when a dense and tossing cloud of ice rode towards them on a thin whining wind.

A cloud must have ridden across the sky because the moonlight faded, the darkness shifted and, blinking, Do Duc found himself face-to-face with the black leopard.

Distant clouds rode the horizon, reflecting the light of a crescent moon.

Thick clouds rode across a wheat-colored moon that was almost full.

Dark, threatening clouds rode the sky as he watch the thin, tall figure move from behind the house and slowly approach the gate.

Above the white fire of the river, clouds like mountains softened by snow rode the sky.

Great bulging clouds with ominous purple-black bottoms rode across the sky like galleons of doom.

Around the peak, clouds of seabirds rode the updrafts in a cacophony of calls: boobies, terns, petrels, noddies and magnificent red-tailed tropic birds.

But half the sky was clear where the sun stood in the west, and the clouds now rode to the far northeast in heaps of silver.