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!"
