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 keening wind echoed through the empty streets, adding to the eerie atmosphere of the abandoned town.

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.