I love reading this, not to mention the fact that it's been gloomy here all day, very windy and rainy outside. I like your style in this, how the wording is uniquely crafted and not what I would expect. If that makes any sense?

"But came a gushing cloud and I did not cry."
Like in this line, another (maybe more common) way to write it would be "A gushing cloud came..." but you have different word placement and it makes it more interesting and thoughtful. My dad used to comment how I would take an ordinary sentence and switch the words around, so it sounds a bit odd, still has the same meaning, just different emphasis in different places. I think it's all how one's mind works though?

A very hopeful, inspiring piece, especially in the realization that there doesn't have to literally be a storm outside... there is sometimes a storm brewing within us, where our tears do threaten to overtake us, yet we must look ahead. The last stanza is my favorite and I like the reaffirmation of the blessing of the sky, and that chance to see light for what it is. And to see the storms for something temporary.

It's beautiful, great job. :)