Mental clouds

He just kept on grinding at the clouds in his mind
Floating through like a man in disguise
First the Nimbostratus drizzled down the will to escape
Then the Cumulonimbus of shear relentlessness formed his face

He ground his way through the clouds in his mind
Breaking them to Stratocumulus one at a time
And when most of it settled as fog on the ground
His problems lead him to Cirrostratus at places profound

Sunny days are here again and it feels like the storm was never here
All in the mind of a conscious being who was never even aware