A man goes out hunting despite wind and rain, and he won't be back until dark. That's the plain scene, but the poem quickly lets two other things slip in: his dog, which is now "late" (a word that suggests it has died), and a war that is happening "everywhere." The repeated word makes the war feel constant and unavoidable, not a single event far away.
The final two lines are the most striking. "Come close / suffer a touch" reads like an invitation, or maybe a plea, as if the dead dog and the war press in on the hunter as he walks. The poem doesn't say whether he welcomes them or simply can't shake them. Judging by the imagery, the speaker watches him with quiet sympathy, and perhaps sees his stubborn trip into bad weather as a way of carrying grief and unease. The mood is bare, damp and somber, with loss and violence hovering at the edges of an ordinary day.