The late morning sun was beginning to break through the clouds.

And the sun was coming through the clouds, outside my window.

First light was just trying to fight its way through the clouds.

There had to be something more that we could do to get through the clouds.

He just looked at me through the cloud of smoke.

The sun broke through the clouds once and then set.

He couldn't understand what a building would be doing flying through the clouds.

The plane took off and went down through the clouds.

Of what it had been like to travel with her through the clouds.

He turned from me and looked out the window, watching as the winter sun tried to force its way through the clouds.