DRISK A light, drizzling rain
“Again we mistook the little rocky Island seen through the drisk with some taller bare trunks or stumps on it, for the steamer with its smoke pipes, but as it had not changed its position after half an hour, we were undeceived.”
-Henry David Thoreau
(Describing in 1857 the sight of the surrounding lake and woodland from atop the island summit of Mt. Kineo in northern Maine)
