Keening

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 traditional keening brought tears to the eyes of all those who listened, capturing the pain of loss in its rawest form.

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

The women of the village gathered to keening when they heard the news of the shipwreck.

The widow sat alone in her empty house, keening softly for the husband she had lost.

The haunting sound of keening filled the air as the community gathered to mourn the loss of a prominent leader.

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

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.