Lamenting the rain: 3 by Tom Sharp

I stay inside and let the weeds in my yard grow tall. My neighbors worry about me. Their children who walk in the rain without concern. I’m like the geese who can’t fly when their wings get wet. I don’t like the sounds of a storm. I haven’t seen the sun since autumn. I’ll go outside again when the path isn’t muddy.

秋雨叹(三) by 杜甫 (Du Fu)

长安布衣谁比数，反锁衡门守环堵。 老夫不出长蓬蒿，稚子无忧走风雨。 雨声飕飕催早寒，胡雁翅湿高飞难。 秋来未曾见白日，泥污后土何时干。