He pulled Sean's head down to his own level and parted the sodden black hair.

Then he thrust aside his sodden hair with his fingers and sort of smiled.

He drew a deep breath, put his hand on her hair, still sodden from the sea, hanging in long strands around her face.

Or maybe it was only the rain, dripping out of his sodden hair.

The dark black mine of sodden hair smothered her face.

Water streamed from his sodden gray hair into his eyes.

He came to the surface and, laughing, flung the sodden hair from his face with a toss of his head.

He looked up at her, with the water trickling from his sodden hair down his chest and arms.

Drenched to the bone, her sodden hair was snarled and knotted.

He could only brush her sodden hair back from her face, and force himself to smile at her.