Alistair Frey's "Flutter" starts out as a simple walk in the rain and turns into a small, funny adventure. The speaker steps outside, dressed for the weather in boots, jacket, hat and umbrella. Then the wind takes over. It pushes, pulls and howls, and one by one it snatches everything away, even the speaker's pants. The clothes flutter high into the air and stay up until the rain stops, then drift back down so the speaker can put them on again.
The mood is playful and cozy. The speaker never panics, which makes the whole thing feel like a game or a daydream. The short, repeated lines ("And it pushed, / And it pulled") copy the wind's rhythm, and the poem ends by repeating its opening lines about dripping and dropping. That circle shape brings us back to the same rainy day, but now it feels safe and comfortable, a good place to come home to.