The power to destroy is an evil power, and has bounds beyond which it cannot go.
But the gentle rain that falls noiselessly to the earth, is the power of restoration and recreation.

See!" I looked, and a mall lay upon the ground apparently lifeless.

He had been struck down by the lightning.

His pale face was upturned to the sky, and the rain shaken free from the cloudy skirts of the retiring storm, was falling upon it.

I continued to gaze upon the force of the prostrate man, until there came into it a flush of life.