Moaned

Tom moaned.

The crowd moaned.

An angry wind blew cold and raised dense clouds of dust, while the trees shook and moaned in a weird way.

The injured man moaned quietly.

Tom moaned in pain and screamed for help.

Tom moaned with pain.

I moaned.

He moaned.

I moaned in pleasure.

"A sun-drenched week, with temperatures between 30 and 35 degrees," purred the beatific voice from the radio presenting the weather forecast. "No doubt she sits every day in an air-conditioned studio," moaned Tom, the sweat pouring off him.