Hatchet is depressed and he just wants everything to end. He wants the clouds to just come down and smother him and make everything go away. He says:
With his eyes closed and his mind open he lay
on the rock through the night, lay and hated and
wished for it to end and thought the word Cloud-
down, Clouddown through that awful night. Over
and over the word, wanting all his clouds to come
down, but in the morning he was still there.