A cloud of gray tobacco smoke veiled the bright lights.

The cloud of smoke veiling for an instant the line of galloping steeds and gallant riders drifted slowly aside to show a very different scene.

They were ephemeral, these visions, lasting seconds at most, before pale clouds veiled them and new configurations took their place.

But a cloud was veiling the brightness of the sun, and they passed on unseeing.

Dark clouds veiled the starscape.

By reflex, as a native Northwesterner, I apologize for the clouds veiling the big volcano, and repeat the indigenous joke about the weather.

They had just struck eight bells; large clouds veiled the face of the moon, then in its first quarter.

The rain had cleared, though gray clouds still veiled the noonday sun and the air felt as if you could squeeze water out of it with your hands.

The low clouds veiled the moon, making it difficult to see more than ten feet ahead.

A thin cloud veiled the moon, and the way under the beeches was dark and indistinct.