Keening

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

The keening cry of the sirens warned us of the approaching storm.

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 sound of sirens filled the air as the ambulance rushed through the city streets.

The keening wind echoed through the desolate landscape.

The keening wind whistled through the empty streets.

The keening sound of the ambulance siren signaled a tragedy unfolding on the streets.

The keening wail of the sirens signaled the approach of a dangerous storm.

The keening wind echoed through the empty streets, adding to the eerie atmosphere of the abandoned town.

The distant keening of the siren warned of an approaching storm.

The old woman's keening pierced the night as she grieved the passing of her only son.

The sound of keening echoed through the empty halls of the castle.

The keening sound of the ambulance siren pierced through the busy city streets.

The keening wind rattled the windows of the old haunted house.

The keening wind howled through the abandoned house, adding to its haunted atmosphere.

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