A morning comes when the wind has died and clouds have hidden the sun at last.

All at once I felt something over me, as a cloud sometimes hides the sun.

The trouble is, too many clouds hide where the sun will shine.

The night was very dark, as if thick clouds hid the sky.

It was a very dark night at first, because clouds lay across the sky and hid even the stars.

Clouds hid the moon and it was dark between the buildings.

It was getting dark in earnest now, but the clouds hid any stars.

If we only had a storm or even a low cloud to hide in.

Clouds hid most of the terrain we were passing over.

A great cloud of smoke rolled over the bed and completely hid him from view.