Rain Lily’s sprout 

                                                   like rapid red eel                                                                                                                                                                 

                                                   stretched out stems

                                                 that clench onto close by grass.

                                                   Their anthers flow smoothly,

                                                   like a swish of a skirt in the fields.

                                                   The rhythmic petals point up

                                                   towards the clear blue skies,

                                                   dancing like an old granny.

                                                   Leaves flop in the slowest 

                                                   form they can,

                                                   like people after a tiring day.

                                                   Pointed edges move

                                                   around dangerously,

                                                   like a sharp dagger.