Poems listening to the rain on summer nights

Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so I slept soundly and didn't consume wine. -Li Qingzhao's "Like a Dream, Last Night's Storm"

In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. -Xin Qiji's "Walking on the Yellow Sand Road in Xijiang Moonlight Night"

And the yellow leaves fall in the rain, just like the fate of the white-haired old man under the light. -SiKongShu "When my cousin Lu Lun came to spend the night"