OT-POET.filter - dby drops:

dby@Job:36:27 @ For he draweth up the drops of water: they distil in rain from the vapour which he formeth,

dby@Job:38:28 @ Hath the rain a father? or who begetteth the drops of dew?

dby@Songs:5:2 @ I slept, but my heart was awake. The voice of my beloved! he knocketh: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, mine undefiled; For my head is filled with dew, My locks with the drops of the night.