Waterlogged Quotes

Macon, wet from the raindrops for the first time.

The field was wet, the lane was wet, and the spirits of my mechanic and helper were damp.

How very wet this water is.

I trudged around on the muddy river bottom for half an hour, patiently waiting to drown, before giving up and slogging my way back to shore.

I am a wringing wet.

The earth is soaked and soggy with rain. Everything is drinking its fill and the surplus gluts the drains. The sky is full of it and lies low over the earth, heavy and dense. Even the sea is wetter than usual!

I've been in a car three or four times when it filled with water and it's not a comfortable feeling.

In Portland, it rains all the time - but who cares? That's not funny. That's not universal.

My suit blew up into a parachute. All this water rushed in, there's air, water in there. I was freaking out.

Flying over New Orleans on our approach, I got it. There was no view of land without water - water in the great looming form of Lake Pontchartrain, water cutting through in tributaries, water flowing beside a long stretch of highway, water just - everywhere.