My great-uncle Gordon was a young teenager working on a farm in Illinois when the Tri-State Tornado hit. He was picked up by the storm, carried almost a mile, and then set down without a stitch of clothing on his body. A few weeks later his pants were returned to him from a family in Indiana who found them in their yard after the storm. They found his wallet with an ID card of some sort inside and mailed them back to him.
When he first told me this story, I thought he was pulling my leg, but he has a clipping from a newspaper that talks about the return of his pants.