Keening

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

The keening wind whistled through the empty streets.

As the fog rolled in, a keening foghorn warned ships of the treacherous rocks ahead.

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

The piercing sound of keening could be heard from miles away, signaling the loss of a respected community leader.

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

The lonely lighthouse emitted a keening beam of light that swept across the dark sea.

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.