Trees stood leafless against a sad, gray November sky.

Above the shield the November sky was the color of ashes.

Everything looked worn and bleak under the cloudy November sky.

In the streets outside there was a frost under a November sky.

I soak until my fingertips crinkle and gaze out at the crisp November sky.

The drizzle continued to fall from the grey November sky.

The handsome pink brick buildings looked mellow and tranquil under the November sky.

Dennis was silent, looking out his window at a dull November sky, considering this.

Bruna did not reply for a while, looking out the bus window at the gray city lurching by, the dead November sky behind the roofs.

The November sky was brilliant as a summer day.