How the Rain in the Streetlights at Midnight Reminds Me of You and Everything You Do

M.H John

This poem is about those moments when someone you can’t stop thinking about sneaks into your world. The glow of rain on streetlights, the way the night feels alive, it all becomes a mirror for the pull of memory and longing. It’s soft, cinematic, and quiet, but it carries that ache of wanting someone who isn’t here, the way small, ordinary things can suddenly remind you of everything they are.