A long time ago, in Communist Russia, there was a famous weather man named
Rudolf.

He's always had a 100% accuracy rate for his forecasts of the Russian
weather conditions. His people loved him and respected him for his faultless
foresight. He was particularly good at predicting rain. One night, despite
clear skies, he made the prediction on the 6 p.m. news broadcast that a
violent storm was approaching. It would flood the town in which he and his
wife lived. He warned the people to take proper precautions and prepare for
the worst.

After he arrived home later that evening, his wife met him at the door and
started arguing with him that his weather prediction was the most ridiculous
thing she had ever heard. This time, she said, he had made a terrible
mistake. There wasn't a cloud anywhere within 10 miles of the village. As a
matter of fact, that day had been the most beautiful day that the town had
ever had and it was quite obvious to everyone that it simply wasn't going to
rain.

He told her she was to be quiet and listen to him. If he said it was going
to rain, IT WAS GOING TO RAIN. He had all of his Russian heritage behind him
and he knew what he was talking about. She argued that although he came from
a proud heritage, IT STILL WASN'T GOING TO RAIN.

They argued back and forth for hours, so much that they went to bed mad at
each other.

During the night, sure enough one of the worst rainstorms hit the village
the likes of which they had never seen. That morning when Rudolf and his
wife arose, they looked out the window and saw all the water that had fallen
that night.

"See," said Rudolf, "I told you it was going to rain." His wife admitted:
"Once again your prediction came true. But I want to know, just how were
you so accurate, Rudolf?" To which he replied, "You see, Rudolf the Red
knows rain dear!"