Indeed.
I ventured out on foot today (in Surrey) and got caught in one hell of a downpour. I haven't seen rain like that in a long time. And I thought of Steve, pounding out the miles, somewhere not too far away: if the weather I was getting wasn't with him then, it was sure to hit him at some point.
I think that what Steve has, what he needs, and what will see him through is 'fortitude'.
Allez Steve, safe home.