The wind whined gently as he opened the door.

Rain pelted down and wind whined as we passed through the gates.

The wind whined a little, shrill where it whistled through the wires.

And all the time, that ghostly wind whined at our backs.

The hot wind whined in the black tossing grasses on the hill.

The wind off the ocean can whine just like a person.

Outside, the wind whined around the eaves in the darkness.

Thunder boomed, while wind slapped at the window and whined along the stone wall.

Outside, a cold wind whined around the house.

Doors stood half open and the wind whined through black, unglazed windows.