Not the typical 'you-are-so-good-you-can-change-the-world' post

Crouch down to a deep grey, overpowering sky filled with rumbling, rolling clouds. Cover your head with your icy-cold hands and close your eyes as the thundering storm whirls around in mad swirls.
Breathe in shallow, shorter breaths. Move in narrow, controlled spaces.
Grit, grunt, whimper...crouch and bear.
When the whistling winds start to die down, open your eyes and look up in the hope of seeing a clearing in the sky above.
When the hail stones stop pounding, listen for the relief from a roar that is dying down.

Heros in cartoons fly through storms and pick up a couple of mountains while they're at it. But us realistic readers weather storms by crouching down to them.
Do not stand up when you need to crouch, for the hero in you might just slip and suffer a giant bruise to the ego.