Low cloud became wet mist that turned into drizzle.

Nose, eyes, and forehead vanished into a wet red mist.

The weather portends a drifting wet mist, with showers later in the day.

We could feel the wet mist I across our faces.

They said nothing during the crossing as they slid through wet grey mist.

Kahlan felt a weary hopelessness settle over her, like the cold, wet mist.

The wet mist and cloying fog dosed in once more.

Beyond, the garden lay enveloped in thin wet mist.

The fog blowing back against her face like a wet mist as the bird flew thought them.

Feeling wet mist close around her, she ordered starved lungs not to breathe, and slowly sculled upward, toward light.