sough

A coil of smoke drifted across the room from somewhere above—the sough of the burning made the only background to his words.

The rain had stopped, and a sudden sough of the wind in the bushes sounded as if some animal had strayed there.

Save the dull piping of insects and the sough of the leaves, there was silence everywhere—the sweet restful silence of nature.

With abatement of breath I listened, but heard nothing except the mournful sough of the pines.

An owl was hooting somewhere among the rocks, but no other sound, save the gentle sough of the wind, came to my ears.