A few year ago, we invited some friends over for a christmas party. Many of my colleagues were there, and many of them are German. Helmut, Franz, and Rudolf were there.

I was talking to Rudolf about his belief in the superiority of the communist party. I grew tired of the discussion so I motioned towards the window and commented on the weather. I believe its snowing.

No, it looks to wet to be snow, he said.

The argument went back and forth for a few minutes: rain, snow, rain, snow …

Then my wife came over and settled the argument for us. She said: Rudolf the Red knows rain, dear.