Be comforted, dear soul! There is always light behind the clouds; and if you wait a little, the wind will shift, and the moon will look out, and you will see that you were walking straight all the while, though you thought you had lost the road.
Comfort is visual and tactile here. The sky clears by degrees, matching human patience. The reassurance refuses scolding; it simply points. In context, the house is anxious and needs a hand-squeeze. The longer pull adds the surprise of straight walking in doubt. Readers receive a gentle doctrine of providence. Keep going; light returns.