Drizzle Or Mist Poem by Ima Ryma

Back in the old days of detente
With U.S.S.R. and U.S.,
My wife and I did take a jaunt
To vacation in Moscow, yes.
We found a fav'rite cabbie named
Rudolph who took us all around
For sightseeing the structures famed.
One day we were to hotel bound,
And outside it begain to rain.
My wife asked if drizzle or mist.
I told her Rudolph would know plain.
We just need ask him for assist.

I whispered why in my wife's ear,
'Cuz Rudolph the Red knows rain, dear.'