He put his hand out. One drop of water and then another.
Spitting, his [dad] called this kind of rain.
Not enough to fill the creeks, but enough to make the ferns droop and the ground smell like wet dog.
From ‘Sing Fox to Me‘
by Sarah Kanake
and then another
twenty-one words 
I’m glad our ‘ground doesn’t smell like a wet dog’ when it ‘spits’ rain, but it is a great line! 😉