Rudy was well known and respected in his small town. Even those that had not met him, knew him on sight because of his flaming red hair (everyone in town called him “The Red”). One morning in late December, Rudy and his wife discussed the weather over breakfast. “The forecast is for snow this Christmas,” she said.
“Nope,” replied Rudy, “the air is too warm.”
The banter continued until a clap of thunder made them both look outside. “You were right,” Rudy’s wife proclaimed.
His only comment was “Rudolph the Red, knows rain, dear.”