A blue gaze stared into her mind, filling with blood, dripping wet crimson tears.

Despite the still wet tears a radiant smile lit it up.

Don't cry any more wet tears, don't, it's better not to.

Do my cheeks run down nasty wet tears?

She rubbed her hands over her eyes, and let Timmy lick the wet tears off them.

Big wet tears overflowed Alex's red eyes and made his cheeks gleam.

Her wet tears dropped to his face to become balm for his soul.

She felt wet slow tears make their way down her cheeks.

He probably was still thinking about my remark about my 'wet' tears.

Hot, wet tears fell onto her cheek and she realized what her life meant to them.