A couple were visiting Moscow, taking in the sights of Red Square, when the man felt a drop hit his nose. “I think it’s raining,” he said to his wife. “No," she said, "that felt more like snow to me." “No, I’m sure it was just rain,” he insisted.
Well, as these things go, they were about to have a serious domestic about whether it was raining or snowing.
“Let’s not fight about it!” the man said, "you see that guide, the fellow with Rudolph on his name tag? ask him whether it’s officially raining or snowing.” As the tour guide approached, the man said, “Tell us, Comrade Rudolph, is it officially raining or snowing?” “It’s raining, of course,” he replied officiously. But the woman was adamant, “I'm sure that it felt like snow!”
The man quietly replied, “Rudolph, the Red, knows rain, dear!“