The season is SPRING. The cold has finally receeded, and leaves are beginning to sprout from trees. Pokemon are coming out of hibernation and poking their heads out into the world again.
An armageddon sect, the weather monks are well-known for spreading doom and gloom about their various predictions of the apocalypse. Their shrine is a godforsaken waterlogged cave just off the shoreline. Once considered the laughing stock of the region, they had the last laugh: when they scourge struck, the monks retreated into their cave--somehow now watertight and invulnerable--and now they pray to their gods, for storm and fire to purge the scourge threat.