Strolling through Red Square, a Russian couple debate the forecast for the upcoming holiday season.
I predict it will snow, says the wife.
No dear, I feel rain, says the husband. There is old Comrade Rudolph, the former state meteorologist. Lets ask him.
Comrade Rudolph, which will it be, rain or snow.
Rain. Definitely rain.
Rudolph the Red knows rain, dear.