When rain was about to fall, fog would rise from the well.

But a thick fog rose from the ground, and made it very difficult to see the way.

And the fog, in fact, rose from the film that had slipped over his blue eyes.

"It must be the fog rising from the river," said the king.

The earth was frozen hard now, but toward morning they saw the fog rising again.

Peering through the glass, he saw that fog was rising.

Rain obscured the view, and a fog was rising too.

The fog rose on either side of the path.

Amazing that he could see through the greasy fog rising from his food.

Night was coming on quickly, and fog was rising from the wet ground.