When the sun finally rose, I looked at the results of our night's work.

She might as well have told him the sun would rise in less than an hour.

But when the sun rose in the morning, she was far away.

Before the sun rose every morning, my father was out of bed.

Already my mind was running ahead to all I must do before the sun rose again on the next day.

In the morning, the sun rose into another fine day.

Finally, I sat up to see the sun still rose in the east, but everything else had changed.

The sun would rise in about 60 hours; they could not wait until then.

The sun rose in the sky but they did not stop.

As if the sun was finally rising behind her back.