"The death-winds of Venus screamed with glee as George Main lay dying. Then the winds brought strange shapes to haunt him—and a stranger hope—"

Great short story here. One of my favs from the pulp era. Published in Planet Stories July 1951.

Some planets invite you to visit. Venus does not.

A lone man falls out of the sky onto a world where every shadow seems to be watching, where the air itself is death, and the silence carries the weight of forgotten things.

His ship is gone. Home is impossibly far away.

Survival becomes a conversation with a planet that refuses to answer.