Keening

The mournful sound of keening filled the air as the funeral procession made its way to the cemetery.

The keening sound of the ambulance pierced through the silence of the night.

The keening whistle of the tea kettle signaled that the water had boiled.

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

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

The keening sound of sirens filled the air as the ambulance rushed through the city 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 distant keening of the siren warned of an approaching storm.

The mourners joined in a collective keening, their voices blending in a sorrowful chorus that echoed through the valley.

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

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

The haunting melody of keening echoed through the ancient ruins, commemorating the souls who had departed.