The speaker is walking up a gravel drive toward a gathering of people, and the details suggest it's a funeral, or something very like one. The title, "The Loss of You," points to someone the speaker loved and has now lost. The poem never says who has died, which leaves the grief feeling private and unspoken.
The sounds do a lot of the work here. Gravel crunches under the speaker's shoes, and as they get closer, soft murmurs and whimpers drift toward them. The weather matches the mood: clouds block the sun and the air smells of coming rain.
The last lines hold the turning point. The speaker thinks they feel rain on their face, but it's actually a tear. That small mistake shows how numb or distracted they've been, and how grief has caught them off guard. The mood is quiet, heavy, and restrained, ending on a simple, painful goodbye.