My dad, brother and I were out in the boonies of SW Alaska many years ago, and set up camp in an open tundra area. We picked the most wind-protected spot around, and when they asked what they could do to help I had them carry rocks to weigh down the tent stakes in the two tents we were using, in case a bad wind storm came up.
Well we did get the wind. A screaming gale with violent gusts that violently shook and twisted the tents. The worst part was the downpour that accompanied it. Several times I crawled out into the torrential rain to tighten guy-lines and to see how things were holding up. Finally, a pole buckled in the tent my brother and I were in. My brother went to the other tent. Rain started seeping in my tent and finally water was pooled at least an inch deep. I got completely soaked along with my sleeping bag. The other tent was still standing so I abandoned my tent and crawled in the other tent.
In the morning everything we had was wet in both tents. A cooking pot showed it had rained about four inches! There were no trees in the area and the tiny wet willows didn't provide enough heat to dry our bags. It was cool and cloudy for a few days after that. We slept soaked the first night and wet for the next night and damp on the next night or so. We squeezed all the water we could out of our bags after that first night. On the next couple of nights our body heat would drive water to the top of the bags and we'd sponge it off and squeeze it outside. We had plenty of stove fuel so using our canteens we had hot water bottles. It was miserably wet and the skin on our hands and feet were shriveled for days like we'd just gotten out of the bathtub. It took about three days to get all dried out, mostly with body heat.
This was before the days of Satellite phones, and there was no where to go and nothing much to do beyond what we'd done. The big difference if this were to happen again is I would have taken our sleeping bags and put them in plastic bags as soon as water started coming in.
We talked to some guys who had been in the same area during that storm and they said they'd sat up all night leaning against the side of their tent to hold it up. Our float plane pilot said the day after the storm he'd seen a tent out in a LAKE! No word on what had become of the owners.
Those was the wettest sleeping bag I've ever experienced and I hope to never repeat it.