Poems about weather changes

The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating in the catkins, and the dust and rain of life are scattered. ---(Southern Song Dynasty? Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Lingding Ocean")

I came to Wu in the cold and rainy night, and I saw off my guest in Chushan in the bright day---(Wang Changling: "Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Tower")

I lay down late at night listening to the wind and rain, and dreamed of the iron horse and the glacier. ---Lu You's "Wind and Rain on November 4th"

The bitter nights in midsummer are short, so open the roof to enjoy the slight coolness.

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

The spring rain broke the bridge and no one could cross it, so the small boat pushed out of the willow shade. ---(Song Dynasty? Xu Fu's "Spring Tour in the Lake")

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

The rain is drizzled on the wall, and the grass is hanging down, and the wind blows back on the water and the flowers are falling.