The sky hung over the silent plain like a pewter bowl.

The almost clear blue sky hung low over the first dull roofs.

The enormous sky hangs far above him, pierced with stars.

The air was heavy with moisture and the sky hung low with clouds.

The light came grudgingly, for the sky hung low in heavy cloud.

The sky, swollen with clouds, hung close overhead like a low ceiling.

On a clear, cool morning, the sky hangs above the desert like a great shining dome.

The rain had stopped, but the sky hung low.

The sky hung gray, hiding the one sun that had headed downward into the horizon, the other already gone.

The sky and the sun hung over the quiet hills as if they could not be touched.