"You aren't bringing an umbrella to work today?" Kankuro asked Temari with a grin. Temari turned at the doorstep to give him a withering look – with the hope that maybe today, with this look, it would finally force him to shrivel up – but to no avail. He still stood there, grinning at her like the idiot he always had been, and it seemed might always be. Why she loved him she could never tell. Some obligatory sibling thing she supposed.
"There's one little cloud in the sky." She said, pointing to the speck in the sky. True, it was more cloud cover than they'd seen in weeks, but it still wasn't enough to last even until noon.
Kankuro shrugged. "My war wound is acting up. I tell you; it's going to pour."
Temari shook her head. "You know Kankuro, I have war wounds too, and they're not doing anything."
"What lazy war wounds you have then, dear sister. How very useless of them."
Temari turned around and walked out the door without bothering to dignify that comment. "Don't be late for work!" Was all she yelled as she stepped out into the street on another sunny Suna day.