Poems describing dampness

there is no dry place at the head of the bed, and the foot of the rain is like hemp. Put out the candle to love this room full of moonlight, I wear clothes wandering deeply night dew cold. The wind is fluttering and the rain is rustling. The wet court condenses and dew falls, and the wind rolls the locust. It is often foggy and rainy with the wind, and wet towels are worn all over the court. Wild vines bend into the window lattice, and wet bacteria help the roof beam. Mosquitoes and thunder thundered in the corner all night, and the wet stars were out of the clouds. Wet leaf filling graben