Ancient prose describing thunderstorm weather

There was a thunderbolt at nine o'clock, and hundreds of Xuan Bing jumped on the ground. ?

Exhausted the Milky Way galloping towards the horse and growling at the apes, tigers and ancient trees. ?

Long turbid waves meet clear waves, and thunder meets lightning. ?

The soul of the down-and-out pedestrian is just fixed, and the colorful mountains hang clouds.

Rain on the brook (1) Cui Daorong

Back to the pond, the feet of the rain are like reeling, and wild birds can't afford to fly.

If you don't have time to plow and fish, Akita will probably drip.

Rain on the stream (2)

Sit and watch the dark clouds and heavy rain, and spray mountains in front of you.

Suddenly, there were dark clouds overhead and it was stormy, but it was the night before the mountain came out.

On June 27th, Su Shi was drunk in Wanghulou.

Clouds poured out and poured down like ink, but a mountain range was exposed on the horizon, bright and fresh, and the splashing water was like white pearl gravel, splashing on the boat.

Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle.