If anything could say it experienced a sense of deja-vu, wouldn't it be water? In southern California, sometimes we have it, sometimes we don't, but we just go with its intermittent flow and hope we don't get stuck up that creek without our paddles!
Gray skies outside my window hint that soon, I'll be dealing with water and a deja-vu of a different sort looms. Unfortunately, it will be in my kitchen, and a sink full of dishes waiting to be cleaned. Hope you return to more exciting circumstances!