When I am holding a water balloon, so many things look so unnecessarily dry.
What's dry?' 'Good question. Next question!
Would that I were a dry well, and that the people tossed stones into me, for that would be easier than to be a spring of flowing water that the thirsty pass by, and from which they avoid drinking.
When your lips get dry, is there anything more frantic?
Good words quench more then a bucket of water.
He felt like an old sponge steeped in paraffin and left in the sun to dry.
My mouth has gone dry as sawdust. I desperately find Cinna in the crowd and lock eyes with him. I imagine the words coming from his lips. 'What's impressed you most since you arrived here?' I rack my brain for something that made me happy here. Be honest, I think. Be honest.
She was like a crinkled poppy; with the desire to drink dry dust.
