雨過。。袁枚 poem

雨過山洗容 
雲來山入夢. 
雲雨自來往 
青山原不動.

Rain passed by

When the rain passes by, 

the mountain is like having a wash on her face.

When the cloud comes, 

the mountain is like entering into a white blanket and makes her dreams.

The cloud and the rain come and leave at their own wills,

the green mountain is always be there,

 it never moves  at all.