What are the poems about rain?

The sound of wind and rain at night makes one know how many flowers have fallen. - Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"

Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. -Du Fu's "Joyful Rain on a Spring Night"

Seven or eight stars are outside the sky, and two or three points of rain are falling in front of the mountain. - Xin Qiji's "Moon over the Xijiang River"

The light rain on the sky street is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but not up close. - Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty, "Early Spring Presents to Zhang Shiba of the Ministry of Water"

The spring tide brings rain that comes late, and there is no boat on the wild crossing. -Wei Yingwu's "West Stream of Chuzhou"

My clothes are wet due to the apricot blossom rain, and the willow wind blows on my face without chilling it. - "Quatrains" by Monk Zhinan of the Southern Song Dynasty

It rains every house during the yellow plum season, and frogs are everywhere in the grassy ponds. - Song Dynasty Zhao Shixiu's "Invitation"

Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, no need to return in the slanting wind and drizzle. -Zhang Zhihe's "Fisher's Song"

My clothes are wet due to the apricot blossom rain, and the willow wind is not cold on my face. - "Queju" by Monk Zhinan

The morning rain in Weicheng is also light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willows are new. -Wang Wei's "Send Off the Second Envoy of the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi"

In the 480 temples of the Southern Dynasties, there are many towers in the mist and rain. - Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Quatrains"

Lying down at night listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse glaciers fall into sleep. -Lu You, "Wind and Rain on November 4th"

It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road feel like losing their souls. - Du Mu's "Qingming Festival"

The water is bright and sunny, but the mountains are empty and rainy. - Su Shi's "Drinking from the First Sunny and Later the Rain on the Lake"

The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind flutters and the catkins float, and the life experience is ups and downs. - Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Lingding Ocean"

The rain hates the clouds and the clouds are sad, but Jiangnan is still called a beauty. -Wang Yucheng's "Red Lips"

Pink butterflies dance across the threshold, and the curtains are rolled up to let out the rain in the evening.

-Mao Xizhen's "Qing Ping Le"