Angry black clouds roll through the sky. Thunder growls ominously as torrents of rain pelt the hillside at El Rancho Manana Campground outside St. Cloud.
But this natural chaos is no match for 50 ukuleles. Huddled under a dripping canopy, players crammed in elbow to elbow, their song rises in unison:
"Ti-i-i-ny bubbles,
I-i-i-n the wine …"
As the song ends, the clouds pass. The rain stops. The June sun shines warmly.
Arne Brogger, organizer of the annual Great Minnesota Ukulele Gathering, shrugs. "God loves ukuleles."
God's not the only one. The humble uke is ditching its image as a Tiny Tim toy and stepping up in the music world. Music stores that once sold two ukuleles a month now sell 50. Ukulele virtuosos garner millions of views on YouTube, and tuxedoed ukukele orchestras fill concert halls in London, Seoul and Tokyo. Closer to home, the Twin Cities area hosts hundreds of serious players and dozens of regular jam sessions.
What's the appeal? The baby of the stringed family is cheap, portable — and fun.