Psycho-Pyro-Faerie

The wind howled like a wolf to the full harvest moon. Sand stung bare skin, as if dozens of needles had appeared out of thin air. Waves crashed, Poseidon himself letting loose his trembling fury.   Seagulls fled the sky, taking refuge in the nearby trees. Fierce clouds filled the horizon, turning it a ghostly gray-blue. Streaks of electricity showed their might, As infuriated rumbles echoed in the twilight. Sea oats bent and swayed, conforming to the wind's every demand. Leaves of the sea grapes caught wind and tore off their foundation, taking flight down the beach. The girl stood, skirt whisking about her legs, gazing upon the dark