A bunch of years ago, in Birmingham Alabama, in a 727, I looked out the passenger window as we landed in a severe pop up summer storm that swept across the runway. All of a sudden, I had a better view of the runway than the pilot did. Then we were blown off to the side, then he pulled back in line with the runway just as we touched down.
When I departed the plane, I stopped to talk to the pilot.
"One heck of landing," I said.
The pilot smiled then pointed to the copilot.
"I closed my eyes, he landed the plane."