The poem shows rain is another car wash. The poem shows rain is another car wash.

I stand beneath the holy rain and wash my sins, leaving the pain. Every drop that wet me I stand beneath the holy rain and wash my sins, leaving the pain. Every drop t...

I am a machine, How awful, I am a machine, How awful,

You make people happy, You make the kids smile, You destroy the sadness, And wash away pain... You make people happy, You make the kids smile, You destroy the sadness, ...

The writer appeals to the rain to wipe away her pain and to blow away her sorrow and tears. The writer appeals to the rain to wipe away her pain and to blow away her sorrow...

Always wash your hands Always wash your hands