Black clouds slowly replaced the white ones, grim harbingers of a soon downpour. Shikamaru sighed. Autumn sure was troublesome. Not only because of the constant rain, storms and the biting cold. No, he also was expected to rake up the leaves of their garden. What a drag. On top of that was it getting cold; he'd soon have to get up from the bench he was currently lying on.
„Still not done anything? Take that, you lazy idiot!" A heavy wind blast hit him and he had to cover his face from the whirl of leaves that came along with it. When it calmed down, he could see Temari, one hand on her opened fan, the other on her hip, glaring daggers at him.
He smiled. „Well, you certainly got rid of the leaves quite fast..."