The wind whipped the leaves along the pathway, the clouds tore asunder.

The clouds sweeping by obscured her vision momentarily and then tore away.

Briefly, the ragged clouds tore open to show a half-moon flying between far pale stars.

Beyond the Horn's mouth, across the Bosphorus, the clouds had torn.

The clouds had torn even further.

The wind screamed, the cloud tore away from the ravening Fire like flesh from a wound.

The cloud was tearing toward them now and beneath it the sea was lashed to fury.

The clouds tore by only a meter above his head giving the illusion of tremendous speed.

It had stopped snowing entirely, and clouds were tearing across the sky at a wild pace.

The rain had stopped; the clouds had torn open into a great welter of black, gray and gold.