Keening

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

The keening wind whistled through the empty streets.

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

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

The traveler explored foreign lands with a keening spirit, constantly seeking new experiences.

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