I enjoy a good bit of weather myself, and mine are probably a bit lame, but two come to mind.
The first was when I was walking in the Himalayas, around 14,000 feet or so. I got up as far as the ice field, but didn't have crampons, and anyway I was travelling alone, so started to make my way back down. A storm came out of nowhere before I got far, as they do in high mountains. It was difficult going, no visibility in the heavy rain, but there was a shepherd's hut at around 13,000 feet, and he said I could spend the night there to weather the storm, and he would go down into the valley below where his house was. Sounded good. The hut was a simple one-storey affair, with a main room and a hole in the roof to let the smoke out, and a small sleeping quarters off it. Just before he went he said that if I heard anything in the night it would just be a leopard which had been taking a few sheep of late.
After he left, I realised that there were no doors, just a blanket hanging over the front entrance and another on the entrance to the sleeping area (which was right next to the main entrance). I spent the night sleeping fitfully with a stout stick next to me. There were noises in the night, but nobody poked their head in, so I went on down in the morning, half awake.