Early, a Saturday morning. A fisher and his son went out to fish. Since fishermen don't like to talk, the men in our story were as quiet as fish. Only at noon, when the clouds started appearing on the horizon, the child told his dad: "Looks like it's going to rain". The dad looked up to the sky and nodded, as an affirming sign. But he didn't say a word. The day went by like that. On Sunday, they took a break. But as usual, they didn't say anything. On Monday, they went fishing again, but still, it was silent. So was Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday, they all went the same way. It wasn't until Friday night, when it started raining hard, that the dad dried his forehead and said: "Yes, you're right".