shimmer in the warm sun’s glow,
soon to form rainbows.
Her trap is set. Grasping the last strand she sits motionless in the dark, cool sand at the bottom of her burrow and waits. She feels a vibration and tensing her legs prepares to grasp and pierce her prey. The trapdoor springs up and a flood of raindrops rush in soaking the fur that covers her black, bloated body. A desert flash storm. She leaves the trapdoor open knowing that it will soon dry in the bright sun then she can continue her lonely vigil.