Keening

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

The keening wind echoed through the desolate landscape.

The old woman's keening wails pierced the quiet night, mourning the loss of her husband.

The keening wind whistled through the empty streets.

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

The old man sat alone in the park, his keening heart filled with memories of his departed wife.

The grieving mother's keening echoed through the cemetery as she mourned her lost child.

The keening wind rattled the windows of the old haunted house.

The mourners wailed in keening voices, their sorrow filling the air at the funeral.

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 mother's keening could be heard as she grieved over the loss of her child.

The old man's keening eyes reflected a lifetime of loss and regret.