There are many descriptions of rain in modern poems, such as Waiting for You in the Rain and Rain from Winter to Sun.
Waiting for you in the rain
Yu Guangzhong.
Waiting for you in the rain, in the rainbow rain.
The cicada's voice sinks and the frog's voice rises.
A pool of red lotus is like a red flame in the rain.
It doesn't matter whether you come or not.
Every lotus is like you.
Especially through the dusk, through the drizzle.
Eternity, instant, instant, eternity.
Waiting for you outside of time.
Waiting for you outside time, in an instant, in eternity.
If your hand is in my hand, at this moment.
If your qingfen.
In my nostrils, I would say, little lover.
No, this hand should be picking lotus, in the Wu Palace.
This hand should shake the laurel paddle, on the Mulan boat.
A star hangs on the cornice of the science museum.
Hanging like an earring.
The Swiss watch says it's seven o'clock. Suddenly you came.
Red-violet after the rain, Pian Pian, there you are.
Like a poem.
You come from a love story.
From Jiang Baishi, rhymes, there you are.
Solstice rain in winter:
The longest night in a year, in a rain, rippling with the longest thoughts.
Ink and wash rivers, I miss you on a rainy night in winter.
The haze of separation killed the memory of you.
From south to north and from east to west.
Foggy, clouds are sad.
Who is still under the lonely lamp, listening to the tears of spring thoughts all the way?
Rain umbrella flowers, colorful thoughts.
Mottled in the fundus, I can tell which drop is your acacia.
My heart swells with pain, and you laugh like a peach blossom in March.
Swinging in my hurry, the longest night.
Listen to the rustling winter rain outside the window and the mandarin duck on the pillow towel.
Have you ever dreamed of my surging joy in a foreign land?
The solar term is the winter solstice, and the Spring Festival is coming.
Even though you may encounter flying snow.
But, ah, the days of gathering will be as fragrant as plum blossoms.
The long night from the winter solstice shortens the lonely flight during the day.
Then let the tired heart stop on this most homesick day.
Write a poem with words and pens in the rain of acacia. I miss you.