A sonnet from the dark

This post is written for the Best 55 Fictionist Contest, hosted by Sasikumar Raja Blogs at Beginner

She did not scare me..For she was the one who loved me selflessly and I loved her back

Rain,
thunder,
banging flaps of windows,
sleepless me.
Lightening and a glimpse of her.
She cant be here, she is gone to
heaven.
Another glimpse of her. May be she ain't. Maybe she came back
for me, My mother.
Lightening and her gnarled photograph instead where she stood.
Reality strikes.
And I howled in pain.