It is Friday.

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

He was 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!"