We were both soaked by the time we reached him.
Blood soaked into the sand around him.
Fat raindrops soaked his clothing and left him chilled.
So soaked is the soil after the flood, that the grain germinates, sprouts, and ripens in April, without a shower of rain or any other watering.
She was sobbing uncontrollably and he pulled her soaked frame up to him, trying to wrap his raincoat around her shaking body.