Having enjoyed a sunny afternoon, I am now looking out to a leaden-coloured sky, but it doesn’t feel like a departing hope – rather it’s bringing more of the rain that has been absent for so much of the last year, so I sense a welcome dousing.
But I liked this powerful simile for a louring sky.
‘Under a leaden-coloured sky, with a narrowing streak of yellow, like a departing hope.’
Source: George Eliot, Adam Bede (Harmondsworth: Penguin, 1985 (1859)), p. 418
