The roaring sound in my ears nearly drowned the baby's cries.

Unfortunate, that sound, for it drowned the snap of brush from the ground close by.

The specter laughed, the sound of fish drowning in the open air.

Death laughed, the sound of insects drowning in the incoming tide.

He called to me, but the sound of my engine drowned his words.

The sound of his blood drowned all else and then subsided.

The sound of the car's engine drowned the piping, but she could still hear it inside.

The sound of the music and stamping feet drowned any noise they were making.

The sound of automatic assault rifles drowned any thing else that was said.

Those sounds drowned voices that came from the curb beyond the front walk.