OT-POET.filter - rsv wet:

rsv@Job:24:8 @ They are wet with the rain of the mountains, and cling to the rock for want of shelter.

rsv@Songs:5:2 @ I slept, but my heart was awake. Hark! my beloved is knocking. "Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my perfect one; for my head is wet with dew, my locks with the drops of the night."