Keening

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

The keening wind whistled through the empty streets.

The mournful keening of the women in black veils set a somber tone for the entire funeral procession.

The traditional keening brought tears to the eyes of all those who listened, capturing the pain of loss in its rawest form.

The haunting sound of keening filled the air as the people paid their respects to the fallen soldiers.

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.