From Sonya’s 3LineTales at Only100Words.
You can find the original prompt here. Thank you, Sonya.
The storm surged, waves crested, and the relentless wind-whipped spray high into the somber sky.
The gulls rode the storm, masters of the air, they negotiated each moment with the sea.
Lightning flashed, highlighting the never-ending fight until the eye hit land, and they found refuge at long last.
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer