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impending rain, Ed Levin's going off
unfit to train, it beckons us to soar
high-pressure ridge yields to Pacific trough
and pilots feel old yearnings in their core
suburban foo looks best in vernal green
and mustard blooms paint sunlight on the hills
it's not the loveliest fly-site you've seen
but on the right day, still provides some thrills
the window's tight, pre-frontal doesn't last
you'll need a driver to retrieve your truck
before the road's closed to mud and storm-blast
and vehicles on top will all be stuck
we're grateful for a bit of rain and snow
but all this moisture keeps cloudbase too low