Very light rain

Usage examples of mizzle.

Once, near the Harz mountains, I had been walking bleakly all day through a mizzle of rain.

The windshield wipers, set on intermittent, groaned once as they swept away the mizzle that was descending all over Washington.

It cut through sharply and presently a mizzle of pinprick rain dragged untidily across the glooming landscape.

Stay the mainsheets, matten down the batch covers and mizzle the fizzenmast!

Chizzle, Mizzle, or otherwise was particularly engaged and had appointments until dinner, may have got an extra moral twist and shuffle into themselves out of Jarndyce and Jarndyce.

Chizzle, Mizzle, and otherwise have lapsed into a habit of vaguely promising themselves that they will look into that outstanding little matter and see what can be done for Drizzle--who was not well used--when Jarndyce and Jarndyce shall be got out of the office.

It was still blowing hard, but the driving rain had ceased, and only a thin cold mizzle pattered against the window.

It is the great bell of London heard through all the mizzles down through time to this strange day and hour when the last, the very last save one, leave this racial mound, this burial touch of green set in a sea of cold light.

Thin streams of water mizzled down from the air slots, pooling on the stone floor.

Gaius Marius, looking closely into the glazed faces of the men wearing purple-bordered togas all around him in that dreary, mizzling hour after dawn.

Presently in the night came a mizzling rain, and far among the hills a cloud brake open, and the mill-pond flowed over and under, and the dam crumbled away, and the Mill shook, and the whole river ran roaring through the garden.

The false hope of the noonday sun faded, fine rain mizzling down like exhausted tears.

It was cold and wet, I remember, a nasty blowing mizzling rain that went right through whatever you wore.

He was the only man in all of Dublin I saw in the downpours and drizzles who stood by the hour alone with the drench mizzling his ears, threading his ash-red hair, plastering it over his skull, rivuleting his eyebrows, and washing over the coal-black insect lenses of the glasses on his rain-pearled nose.

She stumbled along with the mizzling rain driving in her face, caring little where she went and careless of the fact that eleven long miles lay between her and her bedroom at Jamaica Inn.