Keening

The keening wind howled through the cracks in the old, abandoned house.

The keening wind whistled through the empty streets.

The lonely lighthouse emitted a keening beam of light that swept across the dark sea.

The wind howled through the empty streets, creating a keening sound.

The keening of the wind could be heard through the cracks in the old wooden cabin.

The haunting melody of keening echoed through the ancient ruins, commemorating the souls who had departed.