The most romantic poem about rain scenes is as follows:
The rain cannot fall to the sky, and the water cannot be collected again. ——Li Bai's "Concubine's Unfortunate Life"
Listen to the spring rain in the small building all night, and sell apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty. ——Lu You's "The First Spring Rain in Lin'an"
The flying flowers are as light as dreams, and the boundless rain is as thin as sorrow. ——Qin Guan's "Huanxisha·Momo Qinghan Goes Up to the Small Building"
There is a lingering dream at the top of the building, and there is a March rain at the bottom of the flower. ——Yan Shu's "Jade House Spring·Spring Hate"
The spring rain broke the bridge and no one could cross it, so the small boat pushed out of the willow shade. ——Xu Fu's "Spring Tour to the Lake"
The red building looks cold across the rain, and the bead foil floating lantern returns alone. ——Li Shangyin's "Spring Rain"
One leaf after another, with a sound, the air drips into the sky. ——Wen Tingyun's "Gengluzi·Jade Incense"
The autumn clouds linger and the frost flies late, leaving the withered lotuses to listen to the sound of rain. ——Li Shangyin's "Staying in Luo's Pavilion to Care for Cui Yong and Cui Gun"
The young man is listening to Yuge upstairs. The red candle dims the tent. ——Jiang Jie's "Poppy Listening to the Rain"
Sending wine to spring without saying a word. It was raining lightly at dusk. ——Zhu Shuzhen's "Butterfly Love Flower·Send Spring"
Why should I cut the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan? ——Li Shangyin's "Night Rain Sends to the North"
Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. ——Du Fu's "Spring Night Happy Rain"
As soon as it rains in the lotus pond, the sound of autumn will be heard in the Ming Dynasty. ——Xiang Hongzuo's "Qing Ping Le· Enjoying the Coolness on the Pond"
The river is raining and the grass is flowing, and the six dynasties are like birds chirping in the sky. ——Wei Zhuang's "Taicheng"
The cold rain came all day and night into Wu, and I saw off my guests in Chu Shangu in the morning. ——Wang Changling's "Two Songs to Farewell Xin Jian at the Furong Tower"
There are no clear days in spring, and the clouds are everywhere and the rain is coming. ——Wang Zao's "Spring Day: There are only ten sunny days in one spring"
The wind and rain are miserable, and the roosters crow and crow. ——Anonymous "Wind and Rain"
Lychees on both sides of the Taiwan Strait are red, and thousands of families are in the mist. ——Li Shizhong's "Bodhisattva Man·Zigui's Cry Breaks the Tower of the Moon"
The wind is blowing and the rain is thin. No wonder spring sorrow is added slowly. ——Nalan Xingde's "Red Dates·Wind Xixi"
When the eight-foot flute plays at the head of the building in the spring rain, when will we return to watch the tide in Zhejiang? ——Su Manshu's "Ten Poems on Skills·Selection Two"
The raging wind disturbed the hibiscus water, and the dense rain slanted into the wall of silivia. ——Liu Zongyuan's "Climb the Liuzhou City Tower and Send to Zhangting to Connect the Four Prefectures"
People who don't know the truth don't like to hear it. The empty steps drip to the light.
——Wan Qiyong's "Sauvignon Blanc·Rain"