Keening

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

The keening cries of the bereaved could be heard at the gravesite.

The keening wind whistled through the empty streets.

The mourners' keening filled the air as they bid farewell to their beloved friend.

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

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

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 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.