Haiku Tuesday: The 100% Humidity Edition

Rain is a recurring theme in poetry. Poets wax rhapsodic about the stuff - from the sentimental to the melancholy to quiet reflection to oneness with nature, et cetera, ad nauseum.

All I know is that rain sucks for auto racing - at least in the quantities decanted upon the heads of everyone in Sao Paulo, Brazil, by a set of what appeared to be very pissed-off clouds.

But poetry allegedly is good for the soul and promotes psychic healing, so we have some poorly-written haikus designed to... well, let's not pretend to any nobility here, these are designed to grab page views, not make you feel better about getting doused to the skin by a cloudburst. So go dry off and then come back and read.

Pop open the umbrella after the jump...

Rain, rain, go away.
Come again some other day.
NO! NOT TOMORROW!!

They race in the wet,
But not in LAKES. That’s done by
Hydroplane racers.

Lap one, turn one wreck.
So can it get any worse?
Hope not, Helio.

RHR spin-fest.
Andretti ran out of wings.
A second Conway.

Simona got squished,
Came back the next day and turned
The fastest race lap.

Hey there, Race Control:
Next time, tell the race teams FIRST
If you’re postponing.

Did you see Sato??
What a pass on the outside…
A real Power move.

Check out Oriol.
Spent last year without a ride.
Now third in the points.

It’s the Month of May.
I honestly can’t wait for
The 500 Miles.