> 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 6:00pm 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!"
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