What are the poems praising typhoons?

Cyclones in the sky are accompanied by tidal waves, and heavy rains are raging in the sky.

The function is huge and the momentum is low.

The equatorial poles are in opposite directions, and the heights of strong winds are different.

On the surface of butterfly wings, the temperature difference between land and sea is confusing.

Typhoon essay: I am horrified by the overbearing typhoon, which always carries the same hateful accomplice-flood, and extends its bloody paws to unarmed human beings. The wind pounced on the houses with a grimace of a grin, resolutely breaking their already fragile skeletons and letting the rubble on the ground crawl under its arrogant feet. The flood screams, and the waves will tear their already barren possessions to pieces, and a group of people will be displaced, just like duckweeds without roots on the river. Like a kite with a broken thread in the sky, another group of people have nothing, as if they have just arrived in a strange island, more like a helpless baby who wants to feed. In the storm, Du Gongbu's poem, which has inspired for thousands of years, echoed in my ears again.