The sky was low and broody, but from here, near the treeline, you could see the forest rolling down into the valley, the lake tucked away like a pocket mirror.

Garth Risk Hallberg
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The sky was low and broody, but from here, near the treeline, you could see the forest rolling down into the valley, the lake tucked away like a pocket mirror. The sky was low and broody is a good description of how it looked: low and broody. A broody heifer might be called a “broody cow” or a “broody hen;” it means that she was quiet and sullen, perhaps even mean at times. The sky was low and broody has nothing to do with how it looked; rather, it describes how she felt.

Source: City On Fire

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