With The Nosiest Cowries

With the noisiest cowries
The wind storms dowries
Like germ infected infants
Down with fleeing tyrants
Upon the noisiest crowds
The sky slays black clouds
Like rain measured floods
Bookmarking fresh bloods
Against the noisiest drums
The storms hail black rums
Like the disgruntled sailors
Quacking like lonely tailors
Sharp rays laundered noon
Caught up with the dry nun
Let out the air tutored dove
Like lovers on the airy stove