What sentences in ancient poetry or classical Chinese describe the weather is not very good, preferably cloudy?

Dong Sheng rises and falls in the west, but Tao is ruthless but affectionate.

I want wet clothes, apricot blossoms and rain, and I have another village.

At the beginning of the cloud, the sun sank and the rain came.

Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.

In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow.

Moving branches give birth to shadows, blowing flowers and sending fragrance far away

Clouds need clothes, flowers need capacity, and spring breeze blows the threshold to show off China.

There is no spring breeze in life. What is famous is Chu Shi's home in the mountains.

Just say that flowers are not red for ten days, and this flower is not spring.

I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

I want wet clothes, apricot blossoms and rain, and I have another village.

Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle.

Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground.

The sky is wild, and the wind and grass are moving to see cattle and sheep.

Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.

The chickens crow in Maodian and the frost in Banqiao is cold and cheerless.

Clear frost drunk maple leaves, bright moon hidden reed flowers.

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?

I heard him in the clear stream, I heard him in the cold bell.

Frosty night, Jiang Feng, fishing fire, worrying about sleep.

Lotus flowers are not covered by rain, and chrysanthemums still have Ao Shuang branches.

The frost on the ferry was like snow, leaving my first mark on my green shoes.

First frost is in rags, and his fingers can't be tied straight.