I was deployed to Honduras, C.A. back in the late 80's with my military unit. We'd just got our large tents setup and were grabbing our things off the truck when a major tropical storm started overtaking the area. We saw the wind pick up another platoon's tent and hurl it hundreds of yards away, so we immediately ran inside our tent to secure it from the inside to keep it from suffering the same fate. Those tents had 2 large wooden poles with small metal dowels on the ends fitted through the eyelits in the roof's canvas to keep it supported. About 6 guys each on both poles, holding onto them for dear life to keep the wind from collapsing the roof and carrying it away.... we saw this brilliant flash of lightning, and immediately all of the hair on our arms and heads stood up on-end. It was the static from whatever the lightning hit nearby, otherwise we all would've been zapped, condolence letters written home to our families, the whole nine yards.
I'll never forget that day for as long as I live. Somehow we were spared, and yet we were in a state of shock for hours after the storm passed, that we somehow avoided death.
I never had an issue leaving the course when the weather looked ominous, I always thought about that day and figured that I'd never get that lucky twice in my lifetime.