One night, a Russian couple was walking down the street in St. Petersburg, when the man felt a drop hit his nose and the wife felt a drop on her hand. \"I think it's raining,\" the man said.
\"No, that felt more like snow to me,\" she replied.
\"No, I'm sure it was just rain,\" he said.
Just as they were about to get into an argument about it, they saw a minor Communist Party official walking toward them.
\"Let's not fight about it,\" the man said, \"let's ask Comrade Rudolph whether it's officially raining or snowing.\"
As the official approached, the man said, \"Tell us, Comrade Rudolph, is it officially raining or snowing?\"
\"It's raining, of course,\" he answered and walked on.
But the woman insisted, \"I know that felt like snow!\"
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To which the man quietly replied, \"Rudolph the Red knows rain, Dear!\"
