When I landed in Port Angeles, it was raining. I didn't see it as an omen - just unavoidable. I'd already said my goodbyes to the sun.
I'd forgotten about Bella's penchant for melodrama concerning the most mundane things. Yes, in Forks, there is no sun. Your life is over. Nothing will ever be good again.
With a little more practice repeating these timeless mantras, I'll be a pain-in-the-ass teenager in no time! :D