Keening

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

The keening wind whistled through the empty streets.

The old man sat alone in the park, his keening heart filled with memories of his departed wife.

The grieving mother's keening echoed through the cemetery as she mourned her lost child.

The widow sat alone in her empty house, keening softly for the husband she had lost.

The mourners wailed in keening voices, their sorrow filling the air at the funeral.

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 old man's keening eyes reflected a lifetime of loss and regret.