Svetlana and Ivan were strolling down the Red Square in Moscow on a dull December day when suddenly Svetlana felt a drop land on her forehead.
“Aha !” she said “Snow”
“Nonsense” said Ivan. “That was rain “
“No it was definitely snow”
“Rain!”
“Snow!”

Just then Rudolph, the local party secretary came along.
“Let us ask him” said Ivan “and let him decide”

So they asked him was it rain or snow they just felt.

“Rain” said Rudolph decisively, and walked on.
“There!” said Ivan triumphantly.
“Why should we believe it just because HE said it” said Svetlana.
“We must” said Ivan, because;
“Rudolph the Red knows rain dear”

Thanks to Robert Hayes-Mc Coy for the story, and apologies for pinching it.