The famous poem to it is the one
苏轼 wrote in 1082, after a sudden shower caught him on a walk without rain gear. It opens
莫听穿林打叶声，
何妨吟啸且徐行 'never mind the rain beating through the woods on the leaves; why not chant and whistle as I stroll on' and ends with
一蓑烟雨任平生 'in a straw cape through misty rain, I let life take its course', a calm answer to bad weather and to exile. Another of his poems to this tune gives
此心安处是吾乡.
