I believe that the shower we had yesterday evening was a direct answer to prayer. Yesterday afternoon, while we were doing laundry and watching a movie at the house, a brush fire popped up a couple streets over from our house. The smoke was everywhere in a matter of minutes. We shut all the windows and watched. The firetrucks came moments later. Then, within the hour--it seemed like out of nowhere--clouds formed, and an afternoon shower rained down for 20 or 30 minutes. The first shower we had seen in probably months. The fire was completely quenched and the smoke dissipated.
In the middle of the shower, I suddenly had this feeling that the rain I was seeing was an answer to someone's prayer. Then I realized that it hadn't been my prayer. I hadn't prayed.
It's very humbling to see God respond to someone else's faith in action and then realize that you hadn't even gotten your faith up off the couch.