J.r.r. TolkienThe grey-rain curtain turned all to silver glass and was rolled back, and he beheld white shores and beyond them a far green country under a swift sunrise.
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It was a stormy night. The storm left an eerie twilight in its wake and the rain was pelting down in sheets. Suddenly, the rain stopped and what was left was a silver grey sky and a crystal clear moonlight. The clouds rolled away and the moon revealed itself to be full and bright. Then it happened, the clouds rolled back and all became silver glass under an unnaturally bright dawn.
Source: The Return Of The King
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