Once, when I was little, about 3 or so, I asked God to 'please turn off the taps' so it would stop raining down on earth....and lo, it did. No kidding. I was rather impressed by my efforts, parents not so much.
I figured that meant God (who I imagined to look like a pilot with those cool leather goggles and a flowing scarf) was up in the clouds, listening to me, which was nice.
He doesn't listen to my pleas about taps anymore, so I guess it's a mutual disbelief nowadays. :-p