The sun had not yet risen, but a few ribbed clouds, high in air, glowed with saffron-coloured light.
When the sun sank, the clouds glowed faintly from within.
A cloud had caught the hidden sun, and glowed pink above us.
The low clouds glowed yellow for a few seconds from all the muzzle flashes packed together.
The clouds had come down low enough to brush the tops of the tallest buildings and glowed in the lights.
The clouds were low overhead, and glowed in the reflected light of the city.
A few clouds still glowed like dying embers above the horizon.
The moonlit clouds above glowed through their branches like a ceiling of pearl.
As the woods grew darker, a few small clouds glowed red, the dying embers of day.
Close to the horizon thin clouds glowed, bright blue, stark against the pink sky.
