Keening

The sound of keening pierced the silence of the night, a heartbreaking lament for the deceased.

The keening whistle of the teapot signaled that the water was boiling.

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

Her keening wails echoed through the funeral hall, filled with sorrow.

The keening wind whistled through the empty streets.

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 women gathered in the cemetery, their voices intertwining in a mournful keening that honored the departed.

The collective keening of the crowd created an atmosphere of deep sorrow and grief.

The haunting sound of keening echoed through the village as news of the tragedy spread.

The keening mother held her child's lifeless body, overcome with grief.