The sky outside the windows held the gray of early morning, now.

The sky held the feel of a storm, though not a cloud was to be seen.

I could tell it had turned thick with afternoon rain, but the sky was holding back.

The sky held dark clouds to the east, but not many were close.

A stainless blue sky held a sun whose heat had not yet become fierce.

It seemed as though the sky could not possibly hold them all.

The sky held not a single cloud nor any bird.

The quiet here was intense, as though the sky were holding its breath.

The sky held not a cloud, and the air only a light breeze.

Now it was the most splendid thing this sky of earth has ever held.