Touching Glass Windows

Have you ever touched glass?
And it felt so warm?
I can see right through it... and most times I simply do
But I don't look at it
Because it must be translucent and devoid of substance
Nothing of importance to acknowledge
But when it's so warm I realize
It did what I could never do...
It caught the sun
I can see the sun when I look in it
And I feel it's fire
But I could never reflect the sun's light like that...

Have you ever touched glass?
And it looked so wet and felt so cold?
When it's so wet I realize
It did what I could never do...
It caught the rain
With every little droplet clinging on to it
And I feel every drop that is the rain's kiss
But I could never catch that gentle rain's touch and hold it forever
I can not be more than just me