Dew

When the dew fell on the camp at night, the manna would fall with it.

Does the rain have a father? Who has begotten the drops of dew?

After my words, they spoke no more; my speech settled on them like dew.

By His knowledge the watery depths were broken open, and the clouds dripped with dew.

And that night God did so. Only the fleece was dry, and dew covered the ground.