Mark and Martha went to Moscow for a big, international motorcycle rally. They were strolling through Red Square when Mark though he felt a drop of water on his face.
“I think it’s raining,” he said.
“No, dear, it’s too cold,” Martha offered. “It must be snowing.”
“Let’s ask that policeman. He’ll know.”
Martha said, “Excuse me, sir. We have a question.”
“I am Officer Rudolph, at your service,” the policeman answered, in a thick accent.
Mark asked, “Is it raining or is it snowing?”
“Raining, sir,” said the officer.
“See, Rudolph the Red knows rain, dear.”
