Not much damage to be honest. Just some of my sweats, hospital scrubs and other lounging-around-the- house stuff. The shelf caught the junk that came from the attic, thank goodness, and none of the clothing on hangers got hit with anything.
It could have been worse.

My ceiling could have caved in from snow accumulation, right? That did happen one year when I was growing up in Chicago. In my bedroom of course. Scary.