Sopping

The grass was wet and the earth smelled of springtime. Fern's sneakers were sopping by the time she caught up with her father.

A swirling, sopping, doomladen midmorning, take my word for it, and myself, as I say, an unborn ghost, not ordered, not delivered and certainly not paid for: myself a deaf microphone, planted but inactive in any but the biological meaning.

There were hot miseries and cold miseries; saline unpleasantries, partial wettings and complete soppings; […]