There are such poems, and there are many of them.
For example, this song "The Master Stays at Furong Mountain in the Snow" by Liu Changqing of the Tang Dynasty
The sun sets and the mountains are far away, the weather is cold and the white house is poor;
Chai Men hears the barking of dogs, Returning on a snowy night.
Another example is Tang Du Fu's "Song of Thatched Cottage Broken by the Autumn Wind"
In August, the high autumn wind roared, rolling up the triple thatch on my house, and the thatch flew across the river and sprinkled the river suburbs,...the bed There is no dry place for the leakage in the first house, and the rain is like hemp at the feet...
There are tens of millions of buildings, which can protect the poor people in the world and make them happy!
Unmoved by wind and rain, it is as peaceful as a mountain, woohoo! When I suddenly see this house in front of my eyes, my house alone will be broken down and frozen to death!