A soviet couple was walking on the red square in Moscow one day, when the man felt a drop hit his nose.
“I think it’s raining,” he said to his wife.
“No, that felt more like snow to me,” she replied.
“No, I’m sure it was just rain,” he said.
Well, as these things go, they were about to have a major argument about whether it was raining or snowing.
“Let’s not fight about it!” the man said. “Look, over there is the Political Comissar, Rudolf. He is always right. Let’s ask him instead”.
So they walk towards the man and ask, “Tell us, Comrade Rudolf, is it officially raining or snowing?“
“It’s raining, of course,” he replied officiously.
But the woman insisted, “I know that it felt like snow!”
The man quietly replied, “Rudolph the Red knows rain, dear!“
