Keening

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

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

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 abandoned house stood in the distance, its broken windows and overgrown garden giving it a keening presence.

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 ancient ritual of keening has been passed down through generations in our family.

The mournful keening of the women in black veils set a somber tone for the entire funeral procession.

The village came together to perform the age-old keening ritual, a poignant tribute to their departed elders.

The traditional keening at the Irish wake added an emotional element to the farewell ceremony.

In ancient Celtic rituals, women would often keening during funeral rites to honor the departed.

The ancient ritual involved keening to honor the spirits of the ancestors.

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 keening of the grieving widow touched the hearts of everyone present, evoking a sense of empathy and compassion.