Along time ago, in Communist Russia, there was a famous weather man namedRudolf.

He's always had a 100% accuracy rate for his forecasts of the Russian weatherconditions. His people loved him and respected him for his faultless foresight.He was particularly good at predicting rain. One night, despite clear skies, hemade the prediction on the 6:00pm news broadcast that a violent storm wasapproaching. It would flood the town in which he and his wife lived. He warnedthe people to take proper precautions and prepare for the worst.

After he arrived home later that evening, his wife met him at the door andstarted arguing with him that his weather prediction was the most ridiculousthing 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 offact, that day had been the most beautiful day that the town had ever had andit was quite obvious to everyone it simply wasn't going to rain.


Hetold 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 knewwhat 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 eachother.


Duringthe night, sure enough one of the worst rainstorms hit the village the likes ofwhich they had never seen. That morning when Rudolf and his wife arose, theylooked out the window and saw all the water that had fallen that night.
"See,"said Rudolf, "I told you it was going to rain."


Hiswife admitted: "Once again your prediction came true. But I want to know,just how were you so accurate, Rudolf?"


Towhich he replied, "You see, Rudolf the Red knows rain dear!"

Okay go ahead and GROAM, it had to be done.