His hand came away wet.

There were wet dead leaves on the paving of the courtyard.

Eddy and Billy Tabeshaw had rocked the log out of the wet sand and rolled it toward the water.

Conduct may be founded on the hard rock or the wet marshes, but after a certain point I don’t care what it’s founded on.

They walked up from the beach through a meadow that was soaking wet with dew, following the young Indian who carried a lantern.

Twenty miles from the city a pair of enormous eggs, identical in contour and separated only by a courtesy bay, jut out into the most domesticated body of salt water in the Western hemisphere, the great wet barnyard of Long Island Sound.