Each branch, bearing the weight of the morning’s heavy shower, dips low outside the kitchen window. I hadn’t noticed that, before. Rain meant wet leaves and bark, yes, but until this morning, I confess, I hadn’t heeded the sheer weight of water on the multitudinous branches and twigs of the trees.
The maple is a sturdy tree, made up of many strong and able parts, but it can be weighed down with something as natural as raindrops.
The tree is strong, however, and draws its strength from roots, grown deep and wide. The weight of the storm will not injure the tree materially – it just causes this temporary bowing down. A temporary weight.
It will pass and the tree can only benefit from the rain.