Poetry about the unpredictable weather

"Drunken Book at Wanghu Tower on June 27" by Su Shi

Black clouds rolled over the mountains without covering the mountains, and white raindrops jumped into the boat.

When the wind comes and blows away, the water under Wanghu Tower is like the sky.

"Bamboo Branch Poems" by Liu Yuxi

The willows are green and the Qingjiang River is level, and I can hear the singing of people stepping on the Langjiang River.

The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. There is no sunshine but there is sunshine.