The speaker admits a need: among so many people, they can't do without those who speak differently. The odd phrasing of "people of different discourse to hear" suggests the speaker wants to listen rather than talk. These voices are compared to "rain and wind," so they seem less like conversation and more like weather, something natural, unpredictable, and a little wild, which the speaker welcomes rather than shuts out.
The second half moves from people to place. The speaker's "lodgings" are "open to the light / and the black land." That image suggests a home with no barrier between inside and outside, taking in brightness and dark earth alike. Judging by the imagery, the poem links openness to other people with openness to the world around us.
The mood is quiet, receptive, and a bit solitary. There's no complaint or drama, just a calm statement of what the speaker values: difference, and a life left unshuttered.