An hour ago the sunset had radiated across the cloud, turning it molten orange with bands of pink. Now it is gone and I sit under the starless, moonless sky. There is no twilight, only blackness. I feel claustrophobic, like I am in a cave. The low sky has become a ceiling of grey black rock above. Only the wind and the first drops of rain let me know that we are in the open.
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8 ways to describe a cloudy night
Short StoryI thought about maybe I should write 8 short stories of how to describe a cloudy night, because sometimes a cloudy night can be calming.
